The Puppy Had a Note Tied to Her Paw-and Someone Promised to Call at Noon

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We placed Sophie on a padded exam table over a circulating warm-water blanket. Lena checked her gums, listened to her lungs, and took her temperature while I kept the note near her face.

“Ninety-five point eight,” she said. “That’s low. She’s dehydrated too.”

A technician named Marcus arrived and scanned Sophie for a microchip. continue reading …