Diggity

I knelt beside/next to Diggity.  He made no effort/ attempt to get up.  His neck was a pulpy mass/ lump of blood, and his rib cage rose and fell unevenly/ bumpily. Dad scooped/ dig up him into his arms and staggered/  walk falteringly up the beach.  Mum and Lucy were already in the car with the hatch/ boot up and engine running.  The vet said Diggity had lost heaps/  loads  of blood.  The outlook/ point of view wasn’t good.  When the phone rang/ encircle later that evening, nobody was in a hurry to answer/ reply it.  But Diggity did survive.