That night, after dinner, my family and I went into the living room to finally relax and give Tori some attention. Tori must have been fiddling around with the wound while we were all eating because there was a weird looking infection on the top of the wound. My parents hurried Tori to the vet, leaving Stevie and I with my grandparents at our house. My parents called my grandma to come the vet about a half hour after they had left. When my grandparents, Stevie and I arrived, I was severely worried for Tori. Tori had an infection. They told us that they could remove up to the shoulder of his arm or we would have to put him down. He is a tough boy, but we knew that he didn’t have much longer and he belonged in a better place. In the waiting room
