“Don’t worry, he’ll be here soon,â€? she reassured. I nodded apprehensively.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, some firefighters came out of the east door of the house. They appeared to be carrying somebody on a stretcher. “Casimir!â€? I cried. I was immensely nervous and relieved at the same time. The group walked towards our gazebo, and they set Casimir down on a nearby bench. He was alive, and he appeared to be breathing a little. There was an oxygen tank attached to him.
At first, terror struck me. Casimir’s skinny body looked limp as he sprawled out on the stretcher. I recalled the time when I had found him on the floor in the bathroom, and how he looked so out of sorts when I helped him into bed. But then, I was able to breathe again when I saw Casimir’s beautiful eyes open. He was moving, and for the time being, he was breathing too.