Springwood Vet Novels & Stories

I don’t even know him, I don’t even want to say his name because I’m afraid of the very sound of it touching my tongue and poisoning me more than he already has. I walk in to find Dr. Hammond at the front desk with Sidney the receptionist. Dr. Hammond is the veterinarian at the shelter, and a good… friend. He’s leaning over Sidney trying to solve some type of computer issue. I’m standing, with my bag over my shoulder, and my long wavy hair pulled into a half down, half up mess, waiting patiently for them to notice me. “Can I not clock in?” I say interrupting their quiet chatter about what the issue is. Dr. Hammond looks up at me with his brown eyes surprised to see me.

“Come. We’re going to the Vanderbilt Villa.” Serena blinked at his sudden urgency. She knew of Marken—Alexander’s elusive brother—but she had never seen the man, never even a photograph. The tightness in Alexander’s expression told her not to press him with questions. Her own heart weighed heavy with worry for Cornelius, so she simply followed. As they drove, Serena’s phone rang. It was the pet hospital. “Miss Morales,” the vet reported gently, “Rex is recovering well. His vitals are stable, and he’s responding to treatment.”

“He's in there. In his cage. He's been howling for hours. I don't know what is wrong with him. I had called the vet yesterday and she confirmed there was nothing wrong with him physically.” The receptionist, Mrs. Woodrow, opened the gate and let her in. Avyanna ran into the shelter to the room that ruby was kept in and saw him lying very weak in his cage. He began to squeak like a wounded puppy. Avyanna opened the cage and grabbed Ruby into her arms. she softly padded and rubbed his head and belly.

Cedric stepped through the glass doors of the veterinary clinic, the smell of antiseptic and wet fur hitting him instantly. “Mr. Santos, welcome,” a smiling receptionist said, standing up quickly. “Dr. Ruiz is waiting for you in the back. We’re really glad to have you here.”

Your secrets are yours to keep. The vet looks relieved. Charlotte chooses this moment to walk in. She’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sweater that is two sizes too big. “I can still work tonight, Ricky.” “No.” The vet shakes his head. “I’d rather you rest. But come by tomorrow after work, if you can. I have surgery scheduled, and I need an assistant.” “But—” “I want to give you a checkup, if that’s okay, and do some bloodwork.” He pulls out his stethoscope from one of the drawers. “At this point, I’m basically your GP, so have a seat, and let’s get this over with.”

If I had a problem with bringing Frankie to the vet on Sunday, I would've spoken up before we passed the welcome to Pelican Bay sign. I lean up against the heavy door and open it with my back, a chime announcing our entrance. Spencer struggles with Frankie, who pulls on her leash, not wanting to go anywhere near the office. She obviously has experience here and remembers. "You made it in!" An older gentleman, Dr. Pike, the only veterinarian in Pelican Bay, steps out from behind the receptionist desk.

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

A large chicken coop stood proudly a few feet from the stables, letting us hear a cacophony of sounds. I waved back to several ranch workers as they waved their hands in our direction, and stopped when one of them raised his hand as he approached. “Good morning, ladies,” The young man said, nodding and smiling at Taylor before removing the cowboy hat he was wearing to focus on me. “To what do we owe the pleasant visit of such beautiful ladies?” I smiled back at Taylor's shy giggle. “I'm Vivienne Sweet and this is my daughter Taylor, I'm the new vet and I'm supposed to meet George Woods, the head vet.”

The copper-coated guy," "It has a lot of grays odor to it." Ravena completed her outfit. Even the paws of Sheriff Sheridan have touched it. "They ought to be. The sheriff is him. Are you all set, sugar? Sam is waiting in the basement. The guard on duty will be Doc Mitchell, a veterinarian in our community. “Veterinarian?” "Yes, there was a horse doctor in the Civil War. He has always been an active veterinarian. does an excellent job when we're transformed into wolves. Additionally, he is among our greatest shooters.