C9 Chapter Nine
Dead ? “Are ye sure?” Isla asked, recoiling.
Alexander reached out and took one of her hands in his. “Aye. I’m sorry. He seemed healthy as any pup I’d ever seen when I chose him for ye.”
Mrs Mary leaned over the bed, gently lifting Gavin from Alexander’s chest. The puppy’s head lolled, the tip of a tiny pink tongue protruding from his mouth.
“And he’s been fine every day since,” she said