Now I'm 11 years old. One day I come home from school, and Hannah (my sister), my mom, and I notice that Shasta is getting fat. We suspect something is wrong because Shasta was never fat. She was always perfectly fit.
Now we're at the vet in Bakersfield. The doctor is doing some tests on Shasta. She comes out with the vet. Then the vet tells us she has some kind of an abnormal fluid in her stomach. That's what's making her fat.
Hannah asks, "will Shasta die?" Mom says,"we don't know yet, sweety."
Then we take Shasta to a different vet to have an ultrasound. The doctor tells us that Shasta had a serious liver disease. She needed a blood transfusion, so we had one done. Shasta stayed overnight at the vet. I miss her and love her and really really hope she'll be ok.
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Shasta
Non-FictionShasta is a doberman pincher. She is a guard dog. We love her so much. Then one day she gets sick and we have to take her to the vet. We find out she has a serious disease. Will she live through it? This story is told from the pov of Shasta the dog...