After putting the last suture in place, I stepped back from the operating table. My gaze flickered from the Shih Tzu’s tiny abdomen over to the machines recording blood pressure, heart rate, and oxygen levels. I breathed a sigh of relief into my mask. Although ovariohysterectomy aka spaying was a relatively easy procedure, it wasn’t without risks. I’d completed hundreds over the years, but I always breathed easier once the procedure was over.
“Everything looks good,” I remarked as I swept the green surgical drape off of Miss Bailey—the pride and joy of the Dunlop family.
My vet tech, Jaycee, nodded in agreement at me across the table as she finished the final antiseptic cleaning before we moved Miss Bailey to recovery. It had been a week since my altercation with Declan at the café. To a
