Chapter 9

“You still taking him to Dr. Johnson?” Tru raised his voice slightly to be heard over the clippers.

I shook my head. Nodded. Shook it again. “I haven’t had a chance to call Dr. Moorthi yet. I was doing the research, and she’s got great reviews. But Aldo isn’t due for a checkup for months and…” A sour feeling turned my stomach. How big would that lump have gotten if it hadn’t been found for months? Would I have noticed it before then? I’d like to think so since I was so active about my dog’s care but—

Tru’s hand in front of my face brought my attention back to him. “Do you want me to call her?”

“I…what?”

Tru got the scissors again to finish trimming. “I could call her if you want. We could see what she says.”