This First Person column is the experience of Alan Han, an avid dog lover who lives in Toronto. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.
When the vet said, “I’m worried about her,” I welled up and felt every inch of my face scrunch up with uncontrollable grief. I felt helpless as I watched my adopted rescue dog, Kahlua, lay on the vet’s counter struggling to breathe.
That night was a blur. Kahlua seemed healthy until we suddenly noticed her breathing became laboured. We rushed to the emergency animal hospital in Scarborough, Ont. Within 30 minutes of
