Holding on to hope
Zac felt a spark of optimism in his chest as he watched the veterans prepare. They appeared to be in control, but the tension remained high. “Are we really going to calm her down?” Zac questioned aloud, somewhat hoping the vets heard his question. But he remained concentrated, hoping that their plan would work to relax Lola and help her shortly.
Holding On To Hope
The calming syringe
Zac watched as one of the vets filled a syringe with a calming substance. “Okay, so that’s what we’re doing now?” Zac inquired, raising his eyebrows. “We’ll try this first,” the veterinarian said, keeping an eye on Lola. Zac nodded, attempting to imagine the next stages. “This should help her relax,” the vet remarked, oozing confidence that Zac hoped was justified.
The Calming Syringe
