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Aboo, the Boxer puppy

Jamie had just managed to rescue her mother’s panties and to shut Fungi back in the yard when a white car drove into the parking lot.

“Hello, Mr Kumar,” called Jamie. The elderly man was one of Arabella’s favourite clients, and the owner of Aboo, a young bouncy brown and white boxer.

Mr Kumar was close to tears as Jamie opened the car door for him. “Something is wrong with Aboo,” he said. “I found him lying in the yard. He is not walking. I think that maybe he has been run over or something – but I don’t understand how he got out. I have him in the car but I can’t lift him alone. He is too heavy.”

“I’ll call Unathi,” Jamie said.

Jamie held open the door as Arabella’s assistant, Unathi, carried the boxer inside. She was shocked at the change in him. He lay limply in Unathi’s arms.

Arabella came straight out of her consulting room. “Come in, come in,” she said. She stroked Aboo as Unathi laid him gently on the table.

Unathi closed the door and went back to the cages. Jamie knew she should be doing her homework, but she busied herself tidying the notice board. She had to wait and see if Aboo was going to be alright.

A few minutes later the consultation room door opened again.

“I’ll send off the blood samples,” Arabella said to the old man. “We’ll have the results in a few days. I’ll phone you as soon as they arrive.”

Mr Kumar’s eyes had filled with tears again. “And if he is really bad, then what happens? Will we have to put him to sleep?”

Jamie gasped. Not Aboo!

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Arabella said. “For now, keep him warm and comfortable. Make sure he gets the pills I’ve given you. And phone me any time, day or night, if you’re worried.”

Jamie felt like crying as Unathi carried Aboo to the car. It was terrible to think that the beautiful dog’s life might be cut short because he couldn’t walk.