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Water, water everywhere but not a fish alive

 

April 29, 2020



Mr. Campbell had been bringing his little Yorkshire terrier into the clinic ever since I had opened for business a couple of years prior. This Saturday, he came through the door empty-handed, or so it appeared.

“Where is Wolf today?” I asked.

“He is home,” Mr. Campbell said. “I have another problem I wanted to talk to you about.”

“You picked a good day. It looks like I have an empty schedule for the rest of the morning.”

Mr. Campbell laid a rolled-up paper towel on the counter.

“I was hoping you could do an autopsy on this little guy for me,” he said.

I carefully unfold...



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