An injection was given to the puppy by the veterinarian in the hopes of causing it to throw up and rid itself of the poisonous toxin that it had consumed. The puppy's spirit appeared to be broken by the suffering, but it continued to be heartbreakingly obedient throughout the entire administration of treatment. Nevertheless, just as the man started to feel hopeful, the puppy's body began to convulse in an uncontrollable manner. With each seizure, the man's heart was torn apart. He wished to take the terrified critter in his arms, but the veterinarian cautioned him against doing so. Unknown germs could be carried by a stray, and a bite from that animal could be harmful.
The seizures escalated to the point where they occurred every twenty minutes. The veterinarian gave the puppy a number of shots in an effort to stabilize it, but the youngster continued to have seizures at every opportunity. The image of the little dog trembling uncontrollably and its eyes brimming with anxiety was nearly too much for me to handle. The puppy desired nothing more than to be protected and to have access to food; it had no idea why this was taking place.
