The doctor had not looked optimistic about PJ's chances.
Still, they waited nervously for her call.
At long last, PJ heard the phone ring. He tried to stop coughing
so he could listen to Mommy Cricket.
"Are you sure?" he heard her ask. "Isn't there anything we
can try at all?"
PJ listened hard but Mommy Cricket took the phone into another room
and talked in a low voice.
When Patrick heard Cricket start to cry he hurried to be by her side.
"This doesn't sound good at all," he said.
"The poor little baby," said Molly. "He has come all this way
to learn this..."
"He's too sick," she finally said. "He can stay on the medicine
for his pneumonia, but it will eventually stop working. He's not
going to make it."
On the one paw, he didn't feel well, and understood how sick he was.
On the other paw, he felt like fighting it. He wanted to keep
his pawmise to his mother. He wanted to live a wonderful life for
both of them.
Little PJ fell into a deep sleep. He didn't hear the phone
ring the second time.