I knelt beside/ Next to Diggity. He made no effort/ attempt to get up. His neck was a pulpy mass/ a lump of blood, and his rib cage rose and fell unevenly/ bumpily . Dad scooped/picked him up 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/ the view wasn’t good. When the phone rang/buzzed later that evening, nobody was in a hurry to answer/reply to it. But Diggity did survive.