The vet walks slowly through the doors; he walks over to where Mary is sitting with the boys. Mary looks up at the vet and asks worryingly, "how is my baby girl?" the vet replies, "pearl is very poorly, I did a scan, I could see a large tumor in pearls stomach, we did tests, and it was aggressive." May squeeze's her son's hands tightly. The vet continues. "I rushed pearl into theater. I was able t ...