Springwood Vet Novels & Stories

"He needs a surgeon, Dante, bot a safe house. A surgeon." "We can't go to the hospitals!" Dante argued, steering us toward the other side. "They'll be watching." "I know a place," Sloane said. "My father keeps a vet on retainer for the racehorses. It’s a farm in Colts Neck, it's off the books and fully equipped." Dante hesitated, looking back at the skyline of Manhattan disappearing in the distance. "Do you trust the vet?" Dante asked. "I trust my father's money," Sloane said. "And right now, it’s the only option we have."

He’s back to his old self <3 “Dr. Harris,” I say out loud and open a G****e search. Well, shit. The hot guy from the feed store is Dr. Jacob Harris, DVM...and according to this article, he’s the only equine vet in the area.

Sharon’s anxious voice invaded Naomi’s resolution. “What?” Naomi said blankly. “What’s the diagnosis? Is it broken or not?” Sharon twiddled her thumbs and waited for a reply. Naomi blinked a few times and remembered what was going on. She was at the clinic with Sharon and they were studying Twinkle’s x-ray of his left hind leg. Twinkles was an adorable Chihuahua that his owner had brought in because he had accidentally fallen down the stairs. “His leg isn’t broken. It’s just a sprain.”

Chloe asks, brows going up. “Dr. Spencer still works part-time, but only with small animals,” Jacob tells her, getting up. He looks exhausted already. “Ideally, I’d like to focus mostly on equine medicine and hire two more vets, but I haven’t found anyone I like enough to have join my practice.”

Sophia's POV My heels annouced my welcome as I strolled to the clinic. I pushed the door open, and walked in. My eyes searched everywhere for Flynn like flash. He had better be here and not leave or I would kill him. “Flynn,” I called. That was a stupid thing to do, but it worked. The Vet came out. He was a retired undercover agent and spy who sometimes helped me. I chose to buy him to my side many times but he refused each time saying. “I don't want no smokes. But I can help you out if I can handle it. I only care about the animals now.”

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.

Wolves heal fast and by the time I get to the pack doctor, I’m sure he’ll tell me that everything is okay. We have two doctors on staff. One is a man, Doctor Pearson, who primarily deals with major injuries and the other is a woman, Doctor Hudson, who primarily deals with pregnancies and children. I was surprised to see Doctor Hudson walk through the door. She smiles up at me and says, “Hey there, Violet. We heard you got into a bit of a tussle earlier. But because you’re overdue on some things with me, we thought it would be best just to do everything together.”

The herd moved steadily, and he guessed it would be another hour before they were all in the stockade, which led to the holding pen. Theo closed the gate when the last of the cattle entered the stockyard, and Asher rode around to the front of the holding pen. “Morning, Doc.” Mark Phillips, the town veterinarian, turned and nodded his head at Asher. “Asher. Welcome home.” Asher leaned his arms on the gate’s railings as the cattle moved through the chute one at a time. The dust swirled around their hooves, the cattle complaining about the tight chute, their bellows, loud. Doc turned back to the cow, and gripped the skin on its neck, he stuck the needle in, and administered the vaccine. The cow

She took a deep breath and headed towards the reception desk, where a woman with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes was waiting for her. "Hi, I'm Lily," she said, extending a hand. The woman shook her hand warmly. "I'm Rachel. Welcome to Silverwood Veterinary Clinic." Lily felt a sense of relief wash over her. This was where she was meant to be, she was sure of it. But her peace was short-lived as she heard a commotion coming from one of the examination rooms. "I'm sorry, sir, you can't just barge in here like this," Rachel was saying.

The friendly attendant welcomed us with a huge smile on her face, looking away from us to the German Shepherd wrapped in the blanket, her expression changing to a worried one in seconds. "Good evening. Is Doctor Vermont on call today?", John asked. "Yes, she is, come with me, please. What happened to him?", She inquired as we followed her toward the office. "He ran off and hurt his paw, we're not sure.", The man replied, carrying the dog and standing in front of the room as the nice woman knocked on a door filled with drawings of dogs, cats and birds. She poked her head inside and exchanged a few words with who I imagine was the Veterinarian.