"Get her in as quick as you can," said Dr. Samson. I'd known Fred for forty years. He'd always taken good care of me and mine.
I got out the car, and put her into the front seat. She seemed still out of it, almost in a coma, and I hurried every little bit.
Hours later, Samson patted my hound Trot-along. "She's find, Jerry. Give her these pills and bring her back in a couple of days."