The Broken Stray No One Wanted Became the Soul of Our Clinic

The first time that broken stray dragged himself into our clinic, I honestly thought he came there to die.

It was close to closing time on a wet Thursday night. The lobby lights were dimmed, the floor still smelled like disinfectant, and I was wiping down the front counter, already thinking about leftovers and sleep. Then I heard something scrape …
The first time that broken stray dragged himself into our clinic, I honestly thought he came there to die.