Splenectomy
“How’s Zoe doing Honey?” Rory asked when he walked through the surgery door. He heard the steady beep, beep, beep of the respiratory monitor, a welcoming sound. When breathing stopped for more than a minute, an alarm went off. The dog was lying on her back, her four feet tied to the surgery table to keep her long body from tipping side to side. The shaved patch on her belly was colored brown from the betadine spritzer Honey added as the final prep. “She’s good. Her breathing