Renee Jennings also offered a faint smile. "Grandma Joy, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Young lady, I heard you're very skilled—that you can communicate with animals." A glimmer of hope appeared in Grandma Joy's cloudy eyes. "I'd like you to ask my little dog at home if he has any unfulfilled wishes."
"Of course, Grandma," Renee Jennings said. "Please, show me your dog."
Grandma Joy flipped her camera, showing the small dog in a pen.
It looked like a Poodle, but it had almost no fur left.
It lay curled up in the pen, its eyes closed, looking extremely weak.
[The dog doesn't look well at all.]
[Oh my god, did all its fur fall out, or was it shaved?]
Renee Jennings frowned slightly and asked softly, "Grandma, is he sick?"
"Yes, he's sick." Grandma Joy's voice was heavy. "It's probably because he's gotten old."
"What's his name? And how old is he?"
"His name is Fifi, and he's already sixteen."
[That's a senior dog.]
