Chapter 108

The drive to the emergency vet felt endless. She sat cradling him, crying and sobbing and holding his limp body wrapped up like a new-born baby. He was cold and non-responsive and had long closed his eyes on the journey. She repeatedly told him he was a good boy and not to be scared while tears streamed down her face, and she kept looking to Rob for reassurance.

Muffin felt cold and alien to her, his normally hyperactive little self like a wet rag on her lap. Rose’s tears were blurring her vision, so she could barely see, her nose running, and her speech almost unintelligible as Rob tried to talk to her. All she could do was tell Muffin repeatedly that he would be okay.

Rob was on his mobile, driving at speed and getting directions from the vet about where to go, not caring if he got a fine for being on his phone and too rushed to stick it to his blue tooth. He looked like a man on a mission, with furrowed brow, serious tone and driving like Schumacher, with all concentr