Later that night I went out to do my shift volunteering at the locals veterinary clinic. When I got there Max was by himself. He smiled and saved me over to where he had a small dachshund puppy in his arms. The puppy was grown with speckled patches of brown splattered around. "Who's this gorgeous little guy huh?" I asked. " Tilly, she was brought in by a member of the public who found her in their bushes. She is in a bit of shock but otherwise ok" I nodded in reply. Max stared down with adoring eyes at Tilly. I did the same. She seemed special.
I love animals. It didn't matter what size, shape of breed they were. I felt I had a special connection with all animals. Grandma had a connection with animals too. She did show jumping with horses and dog shows with Titch when she was younger. She also had 5 bird cages, 3 chicken runs, 4 rabbit hutches, 8 stables and 1 ferret cage in her garden. Her 6 dogs lived inside. Grandma's stables were used for livery and only 3 of the horses were hers. Sadly when she got older she had to sell her house and all the creatures with it. We were devastated. I loved riding Mowgli her cob. He had such a comfortable canter.
Suddenly I realised Max was shaking me helplessly. I looked at the table and realised Tilly had taken a turn for the worse. She was at high risk of a heart attack. I got to work hooking her up to a few machines while we waited for the vet. Finally the vet stumbled through the door. She was breathing heavily from the sudden rush to get here. She went over to Tilly and started working. As she tried to save Tilly she muttered to me "Well done Phoebe, you could really become a get when your older." Max smiled at me encouragingly. I nodded to myself. I'd done a good job.
Me and Max left the room and waited just outside. 10 minutes later the vet came out, exhausted with sweat trickling down her face, and solemnly shook her head. Tilly hadn't made it. Despite all the hard work her body couldn't take it. It was the end of my shift. I waited outside for mum. Madness took over and I punched the wall in frustration. Tilly shouldn't have died. Could she have been saved?
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Slated: Phoebe
Teen FictionSlated is the amazing story of a girl who had her memory wiped. But what about Phoebe? What happened to her? Why was she slated? Why did she hate people who were slated so much?
