"Well, you have cancer, Cars. They don't think you will make it." I said, wishing I hadn't told him.
"I will make it, Ari. I will. Trust me okay?" he said, pawing my side.
Then next day we both woke up to the doctor talking on the phone. She must have called Amanda.
"Amanda? This is Dr. Specke. We have Ari. It seems she ran all the way here to see Carson. They are both asleep in his cage right now." she said, smiling at us.
"I've been busted Carson." I said.
"Well, how'd you expect not to?" he said laughing. He slowly eased his way up and soon was standing next to me.
"How ya feel?" I asked yawning.
"I'm okay. Still a little sore. I think Amanda's here." he said. Sure enough, Amanda was standing over us, looking a little tickled by the situation, but still angry at me. I lowered my ears and stepped out of the cage.
"No need to be afraid Ari, I was just scared." she said patting my head. "That's all." She picked me up and put me in the car before coming back in to get Carson. The doctor told us he could spend time with us before he passed. This just seemed to upset Amanda more, because she had finally convinced herself that Carson would make it.

Chapter 8: Bringing Him Home
The car ride home was very interesting.
"How did you get the Ari? Did you jump the fence? With your broken legs? Ari, you're crazy." she said laughing. I barked at her to show her I was most definately NOT crazy.
Carson had to be carried outside, and he wasn't allowed to play. I stayed by his side the whole time, and reassured him that the pills he was taking would make him live longer.
Amanda was coping with things better than we thought she would. She held Carson in her lap, and she carried him around everywhere.
When his stitches came out of his leg, it was like he was reborn. He was once again a prancing little puppy. He could play fetch, and jump onto the couch.