[dream] Small heart still beating in my hands

I was just moved into a new apartment. Seven floors up, it had a balcony looking out to a marvelous cityscape. With the final dust settling from the move, I grabbed the red nylon leash for my new dog, a black and white Jack Russell, and handed it to a friend leaning against the railings of the balcony. The dog followed the leash. With my back turned to him, my friend threw the leash out the balcony for reasons that went unsaid. And the dog jumped through the railing to follow it.

I gasped in horror and ran downstairs. Miraculously, the dog was still alive. But I could not find a veterinarian anywhere. I held onto the bleeding dog, heartbeats of its poor little life numbered in my own hands.