Penny's POV
Bolt wanted to suffer just to remain with me for as long as possible!
"Alright, we'll come back tomorrow, see how Bolt's doing then before we make any rash decisions." Mom said, her hand on my back, leading me out, my two remaining pets following me out.
We got in the car, and I looked at the animal hospital through the rearview mirror until it disappeared from sight completely. I sighed.
Mittens jumped the seat and snuggled up to me and I smiled and wrapped my arms around the skinny black figure and smiled, but it just wasn't the same. I almost lost Bolt last year, and now I was going to lose him forever. He was irreplaceable.
The next day, Bolt was the same, but when I visited him, he seemed a lot better, or at least the method actor was pretending.
"I'm not going to put you down Bolt. Mittens got some sense into me. We'll be together as long as we can be. I promise boy. I won't do anything to hurt you." I leaned in close to his face and he licked my face. I giggled.
"Bolt!" I scolded, but was too busy laughing. These were the moments I could possibly miss out on if I put him down…Suddenly, what Bolt wanted seemed the best way to go, even if it was selfish.
A week passed of this, but less than a month after the accident, we got the call. My heart was beating fast, afraid that they'd be calling to say he had died, and when Mom answered, I stood beside her, looking to her with anticipation and worry, wanting to know what was being said on the other end of the line.
Mom's face lit up like Christmas lights on a tree and I smiled too, knowing what Mom would say after she hung up. There was more talking from both ends, and 15 minutes later, Mom hung up and turned to me.
"Bolt is going to be okay! They ran tests, and he'll have weakened senses and won't be able to do a lot of stuff anymore, but he'll be alive and home."
"Are you kidding, that's the best!" I went to the front door and opened it. I turned back to my mom. "Well?" I prompted. She chuckled and followed.
We got to the vet, and there, waiting for me, was Bolt. He still looked sickly, but he was healed, and he would live.
"A miracle. Very sudden. Strong isn't he?" the vet commented.
"Of course. He's a hero." I said, holding him tight to me as we embraced tearfully on the ground. He snuggled into me and I grasped him as if I'd never let go. I'd never been happier in my entire life.
When we returned home, the other pets immediately welcomed him back and in their own language spoke about the tale I guessed.
From then on, even if Bolt couldn't do as much stuff anymore, he was still the best dog I'd ever met, and I couldn't have asked for a better best friend.
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