The doctors said the operation was necessary. They could no longer wait. The tumor was growing too fast. The chances of survival were only twenty percent. The doctors were straightforward: either she went to the operating table now, or in a few months it would be too late. But the woman knew she might never wake up again, so she asked to see her dog one last time.
The doctors looked at each other. The woman was 43 years old. Alone. No family, no children. Only the dog – an old, faithful German Shepherd named Greta. They had lived together for more than ten years. Greta had been with her in the hardest moments – after losing her parents, the divorce, the illnesses.
– Ten minutes, – one of the doctors said reluctantly.
When Greta was brought in, she was at first confused by the hospital smells and white walls, but then she recognized her owner and rushed to her.
– Hello, my girl, – the woman stroked her soft fur. Tears fell on her hands. – Sorry… Sorry I’m leaving you. I’m scared, but you don’t have to be. My smart girl, I love you very much.