The vet's room was a flurry of activity when Kendra entered. The vet, with a grave expression, carefully examined the puppy. His hands moved with precision and urgency, palpating gently, his brow furrowed in concentration. Kendra stood by, wringing her hands, her heart sinking with each passing moment. The vet's seriousness painted a stark picture of the situation's gravity, and Kendra found herself holding her breath, awaiting his verdict.