Jeremy watched as the dog’s condition continued to deteriorate, its eyes now barely open, flickering with the barest signs of life. The fear of losing the dog gripped him, the thought of it dying after protecting the owlets was unbearable.
Jeremy paced the room, his mind racing for a solution. He knew the animal rescue wouldn’t arrive in time—the storm had made sure of that. The clock was ticking, each passing second a reminder of how critical the situation had become.