Terry Milkovich Novels & Stories

He really didn’t know. “You’re still drinking milk at your age?” he asked, eyes drifting toward the nearly empty baby bottle hanging around Terry’s neck. Terry pouted. “Mommy said when I was born, I was so tiny they almost couldn’t keep me alive. I was as small as a baby mouse. To help me grow taller, I’ve been drinking this special formula—it’s super expensive!” Hearing that, Mark felt a tight ache in his chest. He pointed toward the bathroom. “It’s over there. Go on your own.”

Terry declared with excitement after Daykan shifted back. Terryman Munroe loved being a molecular biologist; it was his passion. He had goosebumps at the thought of how fun it was going to be to conduct this research. It was going to be the height of his life. He couldn’t picture how his life would be after this. He didn’t know if that was good or bad.

It said Bonnie De Villa, DVM. “Where have I seen that acronym before - DVM, DVM…hmmm.” Polly tried to think hard what it meant. “Aha! DVM, Doctor of Veterinary Medicine, the same acronym I saw on Doc Ice’s plate back at the farm. She is a doctor! Terry brought me to a Vet…Wait a minute, Terry brought me to a Vet?… Oh my God, I am so wrong. How could I think of bad things about Terry?” “Yes, he is a rescue. I found him three days ago soaked under the rain.” Polly heard Terry explain.