The Animal Shelter: A Short Story

It was a rainy October day when I was finishing up at the Animal Shelter when I heard a banging on the front doors. The Animal Shelter was already closed but I still answered the door in case it was an emergency. "Cree! Thank the gods your still here, come quick!" Said my neighbor Frank Jones. "What's going on Mr. Jones? Is something wrong with Quill?" I asked. "No ma'am that 'ole dog is fine and dandy, don't you worry about him, there's another animal I found on my back porch that I'm more worried 'bout right now!" Answered Mr. Jones. I ran down the hall to the offices and told my best friend Sarah that I had to go check something out. Me and Sarah are so close we're like sisters. We look nothing alike because the Cherokee in me shows a

His breathing was a soothing sound and I could feel his strong steady heart beat against the palm of my hand as I held onto him. His smell was musty and earthy at the same time, like wet dog and pine needles at the same time which both unpleasant and nice but was a confusing smell all together. He already had his winter coat and when I looked down at him he looked beautiful and dangerous at the same time. His injured shoulder was going to need stitches and he would need Nate to fix his leg. Nate was the veterinarian at the Animal Shelter and he did all the surgeries, me and him got along pretty well and when I needed to talk to someone other than Sarah he was the person I went

Mr. Jones helped get the wolf out and I went and got a stretcher. We lifted the wolf onto it and I told Mr. Jones good bye. I pushed the stretcher across the parking lot and through the emergency doors. I stopped by the phone and called Nate. He picked up on the third ring and said "Hello?" "Nate! It's me Cree come down to the Animal Shelter, I need you." I said. There was a long pause and I thought he had put the phone down and left when finally he said "I'm on my way..." and then he hung up. I pushed the stretcher into the reception area and waited. About a half hour later Nate was here and when he walked in the front doors he saw the stretcher and the wolf. He hurried in and asked "What's wrong with the wolf?" I answered his question and told him everything from when Mr. Jones got here to when I called him.

The wolf started to wake up and I could tell the sedatives I gave him were starting to wear off. "Quick get him to the operating room, I'll give anesthetics and fix him up!" Nate said. I ran the stretcher through the hallways to the operating room. Nate got everything ready and I left him to it. "Go home Cree, your exhausted. You've done your job, I'll call you if anything happens." I heard Nate say as I was walking out. I took his advice and went