Eddie and Jim racing down the hallway to our apartment after a walk. Eddie always won and got his cookie first

When I landed In NYC mid-afternoon yesterday, I listened to the dire voicemail from the vet, so when the car dropped me off at the vet, I was on the people-mover forcing me toward something bad, real bad. The vet’s receptionist, instant sad eyes when I told her who I was, brought me into a room. The doc followed behind her wearing the same mask of regret and concern. She explained that Eddie was bleeding internally and in extreme pain. And then she carried my boy in along wit