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A veterinarian is just a doctor that treats furry, cute patients.

Zeida
We walked into the shelter looking for a chihuahua-terrier mix named Tinkerbell. My mom had fallen in love with her over PetFinder in an instant. Tinkerbell met every prerequisite that my mom had laid out for their next dog. She was small (more specifically, she was lap-sized), she was already an adult (so my parents got to bypass the puppy stage), and the shelter had listed her as friendly and affectionate (the perfect combination of traits for a mother currently empty nesting).
By Libby3 years ago in Petlife
My Best Teacher
Sometimes what you are looking for comes when you are not looking at all. It was my final quarter in a grueling two-year veterinary technology program. I was exhausted, excited and anxious to step out into the world, yet again.
By Liza Spiridon3 years ago in Petlife
A Last, Lasting Memory
My most cherished moment with my Catahoula was her last. I lied my belly on the cold tile of the vet office, face to face with Roxy while she rested on her favorite blanket. I pressed my forehead to hers, holding her paws while a final drug injected into her vein. Her last, deep breaths brushed across my nose in a warm wash. I kissed her snout, tears falling to dance down her fur. Roxy's big eyes closed peacefully.
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Petlife
Chipper's Best
Best came first. Chipper, who was about the size of a large chicken nugget when we got him, came much later. Immediately, Best took him under his wing, literally. He’d perch on my knee and spread out his vibrant plumage, cooing “best boy” at him. It was the only thing Best could say. Which made complete sense, it was, after all, his name.
By NatahYah3 years ago in Petlife
When I Came Home
Late afternoon sun beamed gloriously over Welsh fields like torchlight through amber. The air was cold and heavy with manure, which – rank but fresh – electrified the sinuses.
By Richard Gwynn3 years ago in Petlife
That Week We Slept In A Bathtub
It's hard to come up with a single poignant memory of your pets when you have five rescue cats. I have some of the fondest memories of my life with each one of them. I'm one of those cat moms that could never foster. I'd have nine of them if we had the space.
By Ashley McGee3 years ago in Petlife
Our Hearts were Not Ready to Live Without You
It has been a week and 4 days since my fur baby, Chewy, crossed the rainbow bridge. We think of him every day. We miss him greeting us excitedly when we arrive home, following us around the house, whining because his water bowl is empty or because he wants us to join him in a nap. I miss him tapping me with his paw to get me to put down my laptop, iPad, or phone because he wants to cuddle on my lap. We miss his company in every nook and corner of this house. It feels so empty without him.
By Debbie3 years ago in Petlife
10 Different Types Of Veterinary Services At Vet Clinic
Congratulations! you are the owner of a new puppy or kitten. You have just embarked on one of the most rewarding journeys of pet ownership. Once your new furry friend has settled into their new home, it is time to start thinking about taking them to see a veterinarian.
By James Corby3 years ago in Petlife
A dog almost named Cookie
My family is one of thousands that rescues stray animals. There was never a time we didn't have at least one former-stray companion living with us. Right now, we have two cats: one named Mimzy and the other Minnie, and two dogs, a German Shepherd named Remo and a mix named Heidi.
By Chezney Martin3 years ago in Petlife
The Way of the Range
“Why do you always wear black?” “I’m in mourning for my life.” —Masha The Seagull *** To be alive is to mourn. Beds where we once rested our heads, people we once rested beside, animals we’ve loved, family we’ve lost, our bodies. We mourn what has been, what can never be again, hopes dashed, love soured, spring flowers that cannot last. Some days I mourn my 20 year-old knees, my grandmother’s ability to drive a car after dark, cities where young love dripped from me, my child-feet standing on my father’s surfboard, his head still full of hair. Memory, a sweet grief, exquisite and excruciating.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”3 years ago in Petlife
The last family member
I haven’t had a fur friend to call my own growing up. I do now, yes I finally caved and got myself not one but two kittens but this story isn’t about those two maniacs. This story goes back 5 years ago, when I started working at an animal hospital.
By Abigail Spring3 years ago in Petlife
Dog Food: Commercial Or Premium?
What is the difference between commercial and premium dog foods? The difference between commercial dog food and high quality dog foods is quite extensive however, there are easy methods that we as dog owners can take advantage of to ensure that we offer the best possible diet to our faithful companions.
By Biswajit Dey3 years ago in Petlife