Approaching Lola
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.
Approaching Lola
Waiting in anticipation
Zac waited with bated breath. Lola appeared to halt, evaluating the vet’s careful approach. She hesitated, her gaze fixed on them as if she were attempting to predict their next move. Tension permeated the container, crackling in the stillness. “C’mon, Lola, let them help,” Zac urged silently. The air was thick with expectation, and each second felt like a minute.
Waiting In Anticipation
