Then ten.
His hands moved through Buddy’s fur, searching almost frantically.
The dog felt wrong.
Too thin.
That was Evan’s first clear thought.
Buddy had once been thick through the chest, a sturdy brown-and-black mixed-breed dog with oversized paws and a habit of planting himself directly in anyone’s path when he wanted attention.
Now Evan could feel the ridges of his spine.
His hips were sharp beneath his coat.
His sides fluttered with each shallow breath.
“Hey,” Evan whispered.
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