Kyo sat on the couch, her tiny paw rubbing at her swollen eye. The discomfort was clear, and her occasional whimpers tugged at her dad’s heart. He immediately knew something wasn’t right.
“Hang in there, Kyo. We’re going to see the doctor right now,” Dad said, gently scooping her into his arms.
The drive to the vet was a tense one. Kyo nestled close to her dad, seeking comfort in his warm embrace. He softly reassured her, his voice calm but filled with worry.
At the clinic, the vet examined Kyo’s eye carefully. “It looks like she’s got a mild infection, but don’t worry—it’s treatable,” the vet explained, handing Dad a small bottle of eye drops.
Kyo flinched slightly when the first drop was applied, but her dad was patient and calm. He whispered, “You’re such a brave girl, Kyo. We’ll get through this together.”
Back home, Dad made sure Kyo was comfortable, placing her favorite blanket in her bed and giving her a treat to cheer her up. Over the next few days, he kept up with her medicine, gently applying the drops and keeping her eye clean.
Kyo slowly started to feel better. The swelling went down, and her playful spirit returned. One morning, as Dad was sipping his coffee, Kyo ran up to him with her favorite toy, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief once again.
“See? I told you you’d be back to your old self in no time,” Dad said, smiling as he threw the toy for her.
Their bond grew even stronger through the ordeal—a reminder that love and care can heal even the smallest of wounds.
