When I noticed the dog on the side of the road, I couldn't help but stop the car and take a closer look. Its poor eyes were barely visible beneath his inflamed skin. I knew I had to take him to a vet, so I loaded him in my car. At the vet, I watched him examine the dog, probing around the swollen areas. Suddenly, the vet froze as his expression darkened. "Miss, I need you to leave the room," he said, ushering me out as I saw his assistant prep for surgery.
After an hour of waiting, the vet finally came back out, telling me something I could never have imagined...