Neal knelt down beside Rex next to the kitchen door. He had stood there momentarily at first, holding his breath, while he checked to see that Rex was still breathing. The vet had said that it was just a matter of a few days now—that she'd give the Townsends something to administer to him to make sure he didn't feel any pain, if they wanted to let him be at home.
Rex snuffled and opened his eyes wide and looked up trustingly at Neal, as the young man buried his face in the dog's n
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