I woke to the buzzing sound that says "pick up your phone; someone's calling you". Mom told me that Toby was hurt. My heart skipped a beat. He's alright, but he cut his two front legs (right above his paws). I met Dad at the vet's and they took Toby in. We got there around 8:45am and I finally got to pick him up at 3pm.
I hate that we can't live together. My job won't allow dogs to stay so he lives at my parents'. I long for the day when he's totally my dog. I pay for what he needs and spend some time with him, but I don't get to see him everyday. Now that he's hurt, I especially want to be with him.
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