Roscoe Village Animal Hospital Novels & Stories

By this time, Zeke showed the serious side of him and said solemnly, "Don't worry. There's a doctor on standby in the horse ranch. I'm going to ask the staff to inform him." Sunny consoled, "Rosie, bear for just a while longer. The doctor will be here to treat your wound soon." Rosie nodded as tears brimmed in her eyes. On the far side, Annie thought something was weird. She pulled Corinne's hand and whispered into Corinne's ear. "Hey, Corinne. Isn't that the pair of boots you tried on just now? Why is there a nail inside?" Corinne merely looked at Rosie silently, narrowing her eyes.

I mumbled. Jasper placed his hands on my shoulder. "It's okay. I spoke to a guy I know at this Vet clinic," he disclosed. "The name of the clinic is Paws and Cares Veterinary Clinic. It's situated on Lombard Street, opposite Serene Haven Psychiatric Center. Try to check in with them tomorrow." I was amazed that he had already contacted people regarding my issue. "Thank you," I whispered. "When you get there, ask for a guy named Frank. He'll put you through all you need. "

I offer before Josh, and I exit the room. I see Rosie standing off to the side and immediately go to her, “Why are you here twice in one day?” I ask behaving as anyone would expect me to behave with her. She looks at me startled at first before she realizes why I am acting the way I am with her. “I am waiting for my doctor. I was having pain and am worried about my pup, Alpha,” she replies quietly.

I stroked her fur, hoping that more of the animals had gotten out. Just then, a Dobermann I kept, Rocco, bounded around the corner from the back of the clinic. "Rocco!" I whistled. "Here, boy!" He came right to me. But he, too, was shaking all over. All the animals were going to be devastated. And caring for them kept me from thinking about Maria and Macy. A Mercedes pulled up and Elias and Xander parked out of the way and then raced toward me, bringing on a fresh wave of tears. I was never so glad to see two men in my life.

This place is breath takingly beautiful. “Everything okay?” Rosa asks me as I walk about my new treatment room. I give her a smile. “Perfect.” Rosa looks pleased as she flashes a smile to Clara and Steph. She walks over to the steel table in the middle of the room and picks up the plastic bag. “This is your uniform, all ready for you.” I take the bag and thank her. The three of them are wearing black trousers with baby pink tunic tops. The logo is a wolf silhouette with Rosa’s Veterinary scrolled underneath. It’s cute and fits the business.

Amelie responded, confusion on her face. “He feels he has access to better medical support than we can offer here,” Matt shared, angrily. I knew we had among the best in the wolf community. Many sought out our expertise in special cases. “We will talk to him once I take Rosie for a visit with the OB-GYN,” Amelie stated.

“I thought the rescue rangers were a couple of chipmunks. But Grace believes we have werewolf rescue rangers.” John looked at Grace. “I’ll call Rob.” “Wait, that’s the bar owner, right? Are you saying I’m right?” A vehicle pulled up out front of the clinic. “He’s here John. Can you and Jane Ann take Grace to my office? Try to calm her down. I have to deal with this.” John and Jane Ann helped a protesting Grace into the office. Just in time for a couple of strange men to enter the clinic, with no injured dog. “Hello, i’m sorry we’re only open for pet medical emergencies. If your pet isn’t in distress or I’ll you’ll have to come Bach tomorrow.” Becky wasn’t getting a good feeling about these t

If not, then he wouldn't have cared for that woman nor would he let her humiliate Rosette in a cruel way. Khein has no longer feelings for her, and that sucks... ROSETTE AND KHEIN sat in the cozy office of Dr. Davidson, the experienced veterinary doctor known for his expertise with feline medicine. Joni, nestled in his carrier, looked around curiously. "Dr. Davidson, we're really worried about Joni. What can we do to help him?" Rosette asked, her voice betraying her anxiety.

I never thought I'd be back in Cedar Grove, yet here I was, sitting behind my father's old desk in the clinic he'd built from the ground up. Dr. Isla Rivers, following in her father's footsteps – that's what everyone in town kept saying, their voices laced with pity. Twenty-eight years old, newly appointed head veterinarian of Cedar Grove Animal Clinic, and completely alone. Well, not completely. I had my patients – the four-legged variety that couldn't ask questions about Dad's disappearance or why I'd abandoned my promising career at a prestigious Chicago animal hospital to return to this tiny town.

“No one expects you to uproot yourself from the city and take over the rescue.” She stands, taking ahold of Riley’s leash. “I’m aware, but we’re up for the challenge.” I let Riley lick the rest of the peanut butter off the tongue depressor and get to my feet as well, throwing the stick away and grabbing a few business cards from a holder on the counter. “This is the closest equine emergency center,” I tell her. “It’s all the way up in Grand Rapids, though. We do have four stalls in our barn here at the clinic but, currently, they aren’t set up for surgery, like removing Lucy’s cataracts.”