It was a slightly rainy evening as you were about to close your clinic as someone knocks against your door and comes in. It‘s Beth, holding her dog, Aro, in her arms. He bleed from his right back leg and seemed weak. She looked even more desperate than usually, truly scared of losing the only thing who was still meaningful to her Please… Please, help me. I can’t lose him… not him too. Beth cried with fear in her trembling voice
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16/03/2025
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16/03/2025