Balto's p.o.v
Jenna's constant heavy breathing and panting awakens me. She walks in circles around me. She keeps on licking her private area. Drops of blood trickle down her legs. I put my
paw on her stomach hoping to feel any movement. Jenna resists my touch. Jenna's loud barking sends Rosy to our play pen. Sensing something is wrong, Rosy separates us.
Although I want to provide comfort and support for Jenna, I must leave her alone. Anxiously and patiently, I wait outside on the porch for Jenna's tough ordeal to be over.
The vet swings by the house at one point in which increases my fear and anxiety even more. I wear my heart on my sleeve in which easily detectable for my teenage
daughter Aleu who has returned home. I am about to question Aleu about her whereabouts when Rosy and the vet tells us that Jenna lost the puppy. My heart
breaks over the realization that we were expecting a male puppy named Sable.