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 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.

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.

They’ll just have to move on to somewhere else. He stormed out expecting to see Mrs Grady or one of the older church ladies puttering about their old Chevy car they used only to get to town once a week and church. But it wasn’t. This was an old truck with a cover over the bed and the smallest woman he’d ever seen trying to climb into the back of it, with bags as big as her. He didn’t have a clue who she was, but there were words on the truck’s door that read, DR. R. Allen, Lilac Grove Veterinary Services & Clinic, Specializing in Large Breads with an address and phone number.

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.

Zamonte had just come out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and glanced at the handkerchief hanging on the hat holder. "Oh, that's right. I have yet to encounter the elusive little wild rabbit today. She certainly has a way of capturing one's attention." Taking up the handkerchief to lay it gently in one hand, he deftly retrieved his flip phone with the other hand and dialed the numbers written on the cloth before hitting the call button. *brrrring* *brrrring*.. *beep* "Hello, we offer free vasectomies for stray animals and affordable medical check-ups of all kinds. At Meena Animal Clinic, we provide friendly and professional service to meet your pet's needs. How may we assist your little friend

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.

My irritation lessens when the kids go out to the barn to brush the horses and to make more posts for Everly’s horse rescue social media accounts. I’m setting the small kitchen table when my phone rings. It’s the vet, but the main clinic line, not Jacob’s personal number this time. Still, it could be him calling from his office and I quickly run my hands through my hair and then shake my head at myself, remembering that no one can see me over the phone. “Hello?” I answer. “Hi, is this Josie Walker?” “It is.” “Hi, this is Darla from Harrison Animal Clinic calling to give you an update on Pongo.”

James set up the call from Mara’s office because apparently the infirmary had a back room full of radios and secure lines. The number came from Avery’s clinic website. Ravensmere Wildlife and Domestic Care. My mouth went dry as James handed me the receiver. Colton stood beside me, too close for calm and not close enough for comfort. Gideon remained near the wall, one hand clenched around his cane. Grace sat in the corner with Bailey beside her. The line rang once, twice, three times. Then a professional recorded voice answered. “You’ve reached Ravensmere Wildlife and Domestic Care. If this is an emergency involving livestock or wildlife after hours, please call Dr. Hart’s mobile directly. Fo