Phoebe grabbed a box of canned fish, ready to toss it into the shopping basket. Trinity, standing next to her, chimed in, "Mrs. Reynolds, Ollie can't eat that stuff." Phoebe turned, puzzled. "Why not?"

"Didn't Mr. Reynolds tell you? Ollie had a rough time with a gastrointestinal tumor. He can't handle the high protein in canned fish; it's too much for him."

Phoebe froze for a second, then put the canned fish back on the shelf.

She gently stroked Ollie's back, smoothing his fur. "Sorry, I had no idea."

"It's alright." Trinity reached out and scratched Ollie's chin, and he offered her his front paw.

Phoebe glanced at the array of snacks, feeling a twinge of sadness. She licked her dry lips. "Was it really that bad?"

Trinity looked over at Theodore, who was swiping his card nearby, and said, "Yeah, it was pretty serious. There was a typhoon that day. We were supposed to close early, but a dog in the store got sick, and Piper treated it. We didn't finish until two or three in the morning."@@novelbin@@

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