The Vet Had Forty-Eight Hours to Save a Blind Cub, and One Old Dog Noticed His Scent

Murphy to Ruth.

“Could I bring him to Laurel Bend tomorrow?”

Ruth’s hand tightened on the latch. “For what?”

Murphy was still leaning toward Daniel’s sleeve, searching through the smell of the clinic until he found the smallest trace of the cub Daniel had not known he carried. Daniel thought of Ash with his face hidden beneath his paws, and of Murphy continue reading …