#veterinarian!reader

[bloodredcherry-fic]

kismet

Ch. 1

Summary: You've opened a new veterinary clinic in Pittsburgh, and Robby is a very worried cat dad.

Based on this ask by anonymous

can i plz request a fluffy cat dad robby fic x veterinarian reader? i loved put your hands on me btw 💜💜

AN: Just a cute little two shot about Robby as a very worried cat dad (sorry, it's just canon at this point lmao)

***If you read this anonymous, please me know your comfort with spice!***

Sorry for any inaccuracies, I'm going by my own cat's vet visits, lmao

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Your keys jingle as you unlock the front door of the clinic, Dirty Paws was small, tucked into a former hole-in-the-wall pizza place, but you had a decent number of clients and a team of receptionists and vet techs who were well versed in social media, so you had a pretty good presence on line - even if most of your followers were from out of state.

Nessa glances up at you as you close the door behind you, eyes dropping to the tray of iced coffee you'd somehow managed not to spill, and she hurries over to take it off of your hands.

"How's the day looking?"

"Hmm, your morning's booked, but you're afternoon is free," Nessa took a sip of her iced caramel macchiato, as she scrolls through the computer. "Oh, Dr. Johnson called, she was wondering if we would be willing to see a client of hers."

You frown.

"Well, we're open late, and I guess this guy works long hours."

You nod, "sure, what kind of animal do they have?"

"He has a twelve week old domestic long haired kitten, their name is Triumph Bonneville," she snorts, and it's not the strangest pet name you'd heard in the year and a half you'd been open.

"After the motorcycle?"

"Sure," Nessa grins, grabbing a chart.

"Okay," you nod, "I'll be in the back."

"I'll let you know when Mr. Michael's gets here."

The morning flies by, with Mr. Michael's and Maisie - a sweet golden lab, he had finally agree to get fixed after her second litter of surprised puppies. Her appointment was next week, but Mr. Michael's had brought the litter for their first check up and you could have died happy under a pile of labrador and German Shepherd puppies.

Next was Maud, with her Persian cat, Walter, for his annual pre-summer shave, he yowled through his entire appointment, and you were glad that you'd bought a pair of noise cancelling earplugs, and his goofy little face, all indigence as Nessa and Patrick wrangled him back into his crate made the near headache worth it for the instagram pictures alone.

You'd laughed out loud at the video over your lunch break, munching happily on your turkey sandwich as you scrolled through TikTok.

Things quieted down around six pm, and you sigh, glancing at the clock before glancing at Riley.

"What time is Triumph coming again?"

"Eight."

You were in the middle of charting when Riley opened the door to your office.

"He's here."

Your brow furrows, "who?"

"The motorcycle -"

You snort a laugh, "Triumph Bonneville?"

"Yes," Riley was actually breathless, and for a moment you're worried, before they fan their face, "god, his owner is fine." You roll your eyes, pushing yourself to your feet. "I put him in four!" They call and you wave over your shoulder, grabbing your iPad on the way out.

You knock on the door, and you hear something clatter as a voice mutters a curse, and you crack open the door to see a man crouched on the floor, scrambling to pick up the q-tips that have spilled across the floor.

"Sorry!" He mutters.

"Oh, that's okay," you laugh, spotting the culprit, cowering in the sink.

"She tried to jump -" Triumph's owner explains, turning to look at you, he's still crouched on the floor, staring up at you, eyes crinkling as he ran a hand through his hair, and you swallow.

"Vets are scary," you laugh, and he tosses the dirty q-tips into the trash, "so, this is Triumph?" You say softly, reaching a hand towards the sink, and the kitten lets out a tiny hiss, as she presses into the corner. "I'm doctor (last name) -"

"Hi. Jesus, I'm sorry."

"Michael, is it?"

"Yeah, or Robby -"

"Well, it might be easier if you hold her, at least until I'm ready to examine her."

"Right," Robby nods, "hey," he whispers, reaching down to scoop her into his hand. "You're okay," he whispers. "I found her outside -" he explains, "calling her Eighth & Penn just didn't feel right -"

You bite back a laugh, the Culture District was a nice neighborhood, and you can't help but wonder what he does for a living, as you glance down at your chart.

"It says here that you've had her for about four weeks?"

"Yeah," Robby nods, "she was a mess when I found her," he absently strokes Triumph's head, and she tilts her head up to stare at him. "She stayed with Dr. Johnson for a few days, until she was stable."

Triumph had been brought in, malnourished with a nasty eye and upper respiratory infection, but looking at the sweet little tabby now, you'd never know it.

"I wasn't going to adopt her, but uh, some of my colleagues kept going on about the 'cat distribution system' and it felt rude not to."

"Yeah, it sounds like she chose you," you smile, and his eyes crinkle as he looks down at Triumph.

"So, what seems to be the problem?"

"She's not eating, even her wet food."

"Are you sure she's not eating?" You wonder grabbing your stethoscope.

"Well, no, not while I'm at work - but it looks untouched."

"Okay," you nod, and Robby shifts Triumph so you can listen to her heartbeat, which is a little fast, but not unusual in a nervous kitten. "What do you do for work? If you don't mind me asking -"

"I'm an ER doctor at PTMC," he replies, pressing a kiss to Triumph's head, squishing her little ear, "I keep her in the bathroom, while I'm at work and I visit her during my lunch break - and she's been limping

"Oh," you make a note of her heart rate, before grabbing your pen light, to shine it into her eyes, "her pupils are equally reactive," you pull a small feather wand from your pocket, running in across Robby's arm to see her reaction, and her pupils immediately dialate as she reaches out to catch the pink feathers. "Good job, mama," you whisper, taking out your otoscope. "Her ears look good."

"I clean them before bed," Robby says and you don't miss the colour that flushes his cheeks.

"It's good to get into those habits early."

"I brush her as well, I think she likes it."

"Do you mind?" You ask, holding out your hands, and Robby shakes his head, and Triumph gives another half hearted hiss as you pick her up. "Oh," you gasp, "you're so scary," you press a kiss to her fluffy little head before carrying her over to the small scale next to the sink, and surprisingly, she doesn't fight you as you gently hold her on it. "Her weight looks good," you murmur, carefully palpitating her back legs and Triumph lets out an indignant meow as you lift her tail to confirm her sex.

"You said she's limping?"

"Yeah."

"Did you notice when she started?"

"Yeah, it was on Monday, I thought maybe she jumped off the toilet wrong, but she was still limping when I came to check on her yesterday afternoon."

"It was a good idea to bring her in, just in case of a sprain."

"Right," Robby nods, eyes focused on Triumph who was batting at the end of your ponytail.

"I'm going to put her down to see how she walks on her own," you crouch down, placing Triumph carefully on the floor, as you watch her scamper over to Robby, and he stares down at her in surprise. "What leg -?"

"Her back, left," he murmurs, scooping her up, to pass her into your hands, and you carefully check her left leg, testing it's flexibility as well as if there's any paint at the joint, and Triumph just stands there, purring.

"Well, I'd have to do an x-ray to be sure, but she doesn't appear to be in any pain -"

"Do it."

"Okay, if you'll give me a minute, I'll be right back."

You carefully shoulder open the door into the back hall, where the x-ray machine sits next to the surgery table, Riley looks up.

"How's she doing?"

"Fine," you reply, "at least I think. Robby says she's limping but she's not showing any signs of pain or distress -"

"Are you a big faker?" Riley wonders, reaching out to take Triumph into her arms, "are you making daddy worried for nothing?"

"Better safe than sorry," you reply, and Triumph is easily handled for the x-ray and you press another kiss to her cheek before you bring her back into the exam room.

"How was she?" Robby wonders, standing up.

"An angel," you coo, putting her x-rays up on the illumination box, "everything looks normal, now that's not to say that she didn't sustain a mild sprain from jumping off of the toilet or into the bathtub but it's nothing to worry about."

"Are you serious?"

You nod, biting back a smile, "now, have there been any recent changes to your lifestyle?"

"Yes, I recently returned to work."

"When?"

"On Friday, why?"

"Well ... It's possible that Triumph might be displaying attention seeking behaviour -"

"Are you kidding me?”

“No,” you laugh, "she's young."

"Could she be doing the same thing with her food?"

"Yes, is she still using the litter box?"

"Yes," Robby rubs a hand over his face, "your an expensive little brat," he mutters affectionately. "So, what's your advice, doc?"

"Hm, well part of it could be boredom, due to a lack of mental stimulation, there's electronic toys and puzzles. It could also be due to loneliness - I've found most cats do well in pairs. So they have someone else to play with while you're out of the house."

"Jesus," he shakes his head, "how - how do I go about getting another cat? I assume another kitten is ideal -"

"Or a younger cat," you shrug, "I'm partnered with a few rescues, who would be happy to find you and Triumph a new friend." You grab a couple of business cards for Whisker Wonderland and Nose 2 Tail Cat Rescue, handing them to him. "We're right in the middle of kitten season, so you'll have plenty of kittens to choose from."

Robby is staring down at Triumph, "you little shit," he laughs, "well thank you. Sorry for wasting your time -" he holds out his hand and your heart jolts as you take it.

"Oh, not at all. I'm happy to help."

"Amira was right about you," Robby murmurs.

"Oh, thank you," you flush under his praise, "if you want to head back to reception, Riley can help you settle the bill."

"Sure," he squeezes your hand before finally letting go, "thanks again."

"Take care," you wave, backing out of the room to find Riley. "Only charge him half for the x-ray."

Riley gives you a knowing look, "I told you he was fine."

"No, that's not - being a first time pet owner is stressful."

"Whatever you say, boss!" Riley pauses before opening the door, "I can always get his number."

You take a deep breath, "thank you Riley!"

They laugh out loud and you take a deep breath, glancing down at your hand, and you can feel the ghost of Robby's fingers against yours.

"No," you mutter, "don't be stupid."

You met new clients every day, it wasn't like this would be any different.

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Ch. 2 coming soon!

[muvaginger]

Veterinarian!Reader absolutely loves every animal that is under her care. Even if they are not that of the normal kind. Like for example, a mechanical bird.

When reader first encounters Mephisto, it wasn’t under normal circumstances. While reader was on a rare outing with some old college friends at a popular nightclub in the N109 zone, they stumbled across him laying still on the ground outside and completely freaked out. They were on their wait trying to find a friend when they spotted him. Though a bit drunk and barely able to walk properly themselves, the veterinarian side kicks in and they get to work, unaware that the animal they assume is a real bird and hurt is actually not and trying to stay low per their masters request. Before the crow could get away, they are swooped up and bundled inside of readers jacket.

It took Sylus no time tracking him down but was in utter shock to see his metal companion located in an animal hospital bundled up nice in snug in a handmade nest mimicking on that a typical crow would be in and reader supplying food and water to it. Sylus didn’t know what to make of it and honestly found it amusing. But the kicker? Mephisto under no circumstances did not want to leave and when commanded? The crow somehow overided it and stayed put.

Sylus was not just shocked but utterly bewildered.

See, it initially took Sylus only a few hours to locate him but it took him two weeks to convince not just reader who later on adopted Mephisto to give him back but Mephisto himself to return. No amount of money, threatening, or convincing made either of you to want to leave each others side and Sylus who initially went under a different identity later had to confess which in turn finally made you return him to Sylus. Oh, and also the fact he’s not actually a real bird.

Fast forward some years later and now you guys are coparenting Mephisto and it ends up later being the story as to how you both met and eventually end up together.

Hehe found this to be cute.

[villainsimpqueen]

Hidden Sanctuary

Adam x Veterinarian!Reader.

They once knew each other in college but went separate ways. 🤗

Animal Lover Adam fulfilling dreams he never was allowed to have.

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Rich fuckboi Adam who you used to know back in college, who was the biggest frat boy om campus. Who somehow was taking classes for various of career paths and having high grades regardless of how many parties and outings he went too.

The Adam who would tease you, simply because you were the 'good college girl who focused on her career than party' type. Who made you semi dred being partnered with him in your sociology class.

Not because he didn't do his share of the work, No if anything Adam was surprising very organized and took lead on how to do the project, which infact he would take on most of the work.

Ut was the fact the entire project period he would tease the hell outta of you while also trying to get into your pants.

The Adam you were greatful to leave behind in the collage chapter of your life as you went onto your career of being a top and highly known veterinarian. You were traveling over the country to different high end zoos, wild life rehabilitation and even reintroduction programs.

Yes you had forgotten about the famously popular rich frat boy you were partners with many times in your shared classes. As you lead your life in success in your passion that had no shared interested in with the old classmate.

But only if you knew.

Adam had graduated top of his classes, taking into his fathers prestigious lawfirm, were he learned laws, the ins and outs of everything. He stayed within that god forsaken lawfirm staring out of his office window lost in dreams he couldn't share with anyone. Dreams that had been shut dowm his entire life.

Dreams that he wanted to be true so badly he clung to stay at the firm, not because of the pay or thats what he wanted to do.

No, he stayed for his inheritance. The one his father held over his head as he laughed in Adams face when he was a young teen telling his father what he wanted to do with his life.

The inheritance his step mother, Sera, had always assured him he would get if he just stayed within his Fathers lawfirm for six years. Six solid, soul crushing, long late nights and emotional draining years.

But he did.

And by Twenty Seven years old, he fucking had his damn money and free will.

Adam spent half of his inheritance to his music passions, pushing himself as a music artists as front to piss his damn father off. Rock music as huge massive middle finger right in his fathers face. Loud and obnoxious that made his fathers teeth clench and made Adam grin widely each time his music would come onto the radio knowing his father would swear storm.

The other half?

Adam bought land, lots of private land, and on that land he built with a trusted team and his own bare hands large vast habitats, as natural and top of the line shelters his inheritance and now music could income could buy. When the habitats were built he focused on making sure to source ethical food sources and care and everything a private Animal Sanctuary would need.

Out in public and media, he could be the Adam everyone gossiped about.

The Rich failure of a prodigy that quit amd left his fathers law firm company. That lost his damn mind and went onto stages slamming a gutair. The Surely To Be Womanizer that slept around because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. The shame to his family and all the high families that knew and watched him grow up to be a walking disaster.

But, here? In the Sanctuary he build with the past tears of heartbroken innocence?

He could be Adam he always craved and wanted to be, He could come and tend to animals. He could love them, finally love the animals in his care without tje fear of them being used over his head and them given away or put down because he did something wrong.

He could grow excited when a wild life rehabilitation calls him, because he had made connections throughout the years when he slaved at his fathers lawfirm, to see if he had room for coyotes that had been injured.

Adam could be woken up at four am to a phone call that one of the lionnesses was having a difficult birth and his keepers could not get to her. The news having him flying out of bed, rushing out of his home and flying down the highway on a speed that would imprison his ass if he got caught to off road his brand new sports car onto the sanctuary back roads scratching amd fucking up the damn thing until he was at the lions habitat. Where he would nearly break his knee flying out of his damn car briefly thinking 'Why ths fuck did i even get this piece of shit' As he found his keepers and moved through the secured gates to approach the stressed out lioness, who only calmed once she realized that it was him.

"Hey Nala, Hey babyyygirlll. Its okay babyyy were just going to help you."

The Adam who sobbed after they managed to get the lioness transferred into the sanctuary medical bay and he was told had to make the awful decision of losing the cubs or the mother by the medical veterinary staff.

Because they were too under trained to handle such a complicated breach.

The Adam who laid in the pin holding the drugged up lioness he chosed the save crying into her fur apologizing for not having someone qualified on the veterinary team. Blaming himself for the lost of her four cubs.

So when THAT Adam was at home watching tv, flicking through channels to find something of interest, and landed on a news going off about some sketchy Zoo sueing a well rebound Veterinarian for malpractice and the Veterinarians team was defending on how it was the Zoos going against your professional advice for the medical care of two exotic endangered birds the Zoo had allowed to neglect and denied medical attention towards......Adam sat up straight, his eyes widening at the quick news flash of you being led away from a court room as the cameras flashed.

Somehow the Zoo had turned public attention against you.

"Y/n."

The name falling from his lips, as the memories of you back in college. The girl he was smitten with throughout his college years. The girl he was too much of a coward to actually presue. The girl who made his heart race each time she accidentally rambled on about animals, and made his soul soar as he forced some stupid bored face and forced his eyes to roll.

because he was insecure, afraid.

He was too scared to show how much he too knew about animals, how much he too loved them. How much he loved listening to your rambles on and on about what you were learning in your career class as you both worked on shared class papers.

The girl he stupidly had let get away and oftend found himself dreaming of for years after.

Who he painfully mourned and accepted he would never see again.

Was now on tv. Now in a hell of a court situation, and it did not look good at all.

He moved getting up, going to his houses office and pulling up his laptop immediately searching for your information.

How this time, He didn't hesitate in calling you, like he had back on college.

The phone rang in his palm, once, twice.

"Hello?" His heart pounded at the sound of your voice, it was still the same yet now filled of grief and pain due to the situation your in.

"Y/n?" He asked for a moment just to make sure even though he knew it was you. It wouldn't have mattered if you didnt remember his voice, A silence went over the line.

"Adam?"

His heart launched up, his soul felt as if it was on fire.

"Yeah, been a while huh?" He let out, trying to wheel back his excited composure.

"....How did you-?"

"I saw you on tv. "

"oh."

You were at your house, im bed surrounded woth depression snacks and tissues. Your lawyer had told you there wasnt a chance your team was going to win the court case. Your reputation had already been ruined and now you were going to be in unbelievable debts and have your entire career destroyed.

"You know Im still a legal lawyer right, Let me represent you."

You nearly choked as your hand trembled on the phone. Your other hand cupping your mouth as you suddenly felt a surge of hope fill your chest. Eyes squeezing shut as you rationing your hope, not letting it get the best of you.

"I can't afford you."

There was silence and you felt your too quickly felt help start to drain away.

"I never said you had to pay sunshine."

You flushed at the silly nickname he would tease you with back in college. You nearly went to protest at tje nickname before your body filled with shock.

"What?! Why would you help me for free?!"

"I actually was hoping afterwards...You'd come work as the head veterinarian for my sanctuary."

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Got this idea when I was out doordashing, wrote it for you guys while I took lunch.

Hope everyone enjoys it!

[ellecdc]

perhaps r works as a vet or with a wildlife protection agency etc and brings a horse to farrier!remus and he just falls for her bc he sees how much she cares about the horse and her gentle nature and it soothes him 😋

this has been stuck in my mind since my original post re: farrier!Remus so I finally took a stab at it! thanks for the prompt, I hope I did it justice! <3

Farrier!Remus Lupin x Veterinarian!reader who consults with Remus on a case [1.3k words]

CW: fem!reader, situation inspired by a horse who was lost for a few years and when found had severe overgrowth of his hooves (happy ending), don't look too closely at the plot if you're a Horse Girl (gn) thank you xx

Remus heaved in a sigh as he pulled down the long gravel driveway to his latest appointment. 

He’d known there was a new vet in town, which came with a certain level of relief and a certain level of concern.

The rural coasts of Wales were no doubt hurting for Veterinarians (and service providers in general), but the communities were notoriously closed-knit and standoffish to ‘outsiders’ and were completely incapable of keeping newcomers around for any amount of time.  

Every new vet that this village saw came from the city, and every new vet left after a measly year-or-two long stint max. 

He couldn’t necessarily blame them; sometimes it took a local to manage the locals, but this left him with a certain level of distrust.

Too many times has Remus been called upon by the new city-sent vets just to be spoken down to or dismissed entirely because they believed that they knew better.

So, though he knew this vet would probably be much the same - some young, newly minted vet fresh out of school who had accepted the first available job they could find - he also knew that his area was in desperate need of a vet, and that he also had a job to do.

So he dutifully parked his truck and opened the cab to retrieve his tools when a frazzled looking tech approached him.

“You must be Mr. Lupin! I’m Hannah, I was the one who spoke to you on the phone.” She offered quickly. 

“Just Remus s’fine. Was this a wild horse?” He asked, not interested in smalltalk as he followed her towards a large barn. 

“No, not originally at least. The owners have been looking for him for two years and finally found him with a wild herd - managed to bring him back in.”

“Is he sound?”

“His hooves are in horrid condition - the doctor has done a preliminary check on the rest of him but would really like to get him some relief for his feet before she does anything more to him.” 

“And who are they?” He asked as he passed a couple standing outside of the barn doors.

“The owners.” The tech - Hannah - offered quickly. 

“Have they not seen their horse?” He asked, noticing that the tech hesitated before turning down the run where he could hear some activity. 

“They have, but they were very anxious and excited to be reunited with him. The doctor felt that for an animal who has spent the last two years in a wild herd, it might be best to keep the area calm. I - erm, well, are you calm, Mr. Lup- erm, Remus?”

Remus let out a snort and nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m pretty calm.”

Hannah smiled in relief as she turned the corner which exposed a large brown and white paint horse secured in cross ties. Standing at his head where there should be a stuffy city vet in a crisp white lab coat barking orders at various techs and stablehands was simply a woman (a very beautiful woman, Remus had to admit, though didn’t feel it was entirely professional to recognise), wearing dirty activewear with her hair messily pulled back and a stethoscope thrown over her shoulders as she murmured quietly to the horse. 

Remus almost felt bad for the horse when Hannah interrupted your conversation with it to introduce you to Remus. 

You accepted Remus’ handshake quickly without the usual stuffy-city vet hesitation to check for clean fingernails (he worked with the likes of sodding barn animals for christ sake, give him a break) and a warm smile that actually met your eyes as you looked into Remus’ (and into his soul, he was sure). 

“Thank you so much for coming, Remus. I’ve heard great things about you since I’ve arrived, I’m only sorry I haven’t had a chance to make your acquaintance until now.”

“I’ve been eager to meet you as well.” Liar, Remus scolded himself immediately; though, had he known the new vet had been the likes of you? Well, maybe he would have been more eager. “So, the poor lad’s got some major overgrowth?” He asked as he looked at the horses hooves instead of admiring your figure like he’d much prefer to be doing.

“I can’t tell if there’s lameness because of an injury or if it’s just his instability on these hooves of his so I figured a trim was our next best step, but what do you think? Is there something I’m overlooking?”

Remus managed to mask his surprise at your collaboration with a simple farrier (versus what would have usually been orders given in a bored tone before the vet fucked off further into the barn only to come out in the end to inspect his work) by doing a walkaround as he felt the horses legs. 

The horse seemed somewhat tense at the attention he was receiving, but quickly calmed when you began massaging around his neck and murmuring to him in a low, dulcet tone.

Fuckin’ hell, Remus was jealous of a horse. 

“No, I think you’re quite right. Let’s get him onto more balanced footing and then you can work your magic.” He offered after his inspection, earning him a beaming smile from you in the process. 

“Are we shoeing him?”

You tilted your head as you looked over at the horse as if waiting for him to respond. “What do you think?” You asked Remus instead. “A horseshoe for luck?”

And though Remus knew that you knew the shoes would really just provide more strength and protection for the equines hooves, he was not one to deny himself a chance at luck, so he quickly agreed.

“Do you mind an audience, or would you prefer if I left?” You asked then as you backed away from the horse to allow Remus to set up.

He normally preferred solitude; he was in this business because he, admittedly, found the company of animals far more enjoyable than that of humans, but he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t quite ready to have you leave his company yet. 

So you sat - on the dusty, straw strewn flooring - as you watched Remus work; polite conversation inching further and further away from business as the job progressed. What started out as him asking how long you’d been out of school, what made you want to study veterinary medicine, ended up with what brought you here of all places.

“Peace…solitude. I wanted a quieter pace of life and to live somewhere where I could know the people around me instead of just knowing that there were people around me; does that make sense?” You asked then, allowing your head to loll to the side as you considered him. 

“I think so; don’t usually find people running here though…most are running away.”

“Looking for a quicker pace of life?”

“Something like that.” He agreed as he finished up one hoof and moved onto another. 

“But not you?”

“Not me.” He agreed.

“Why’s that?”

Remus paused at that, chancing a look at you and finding that to be a horrid mistake because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to return to his work when you were smiling at him that sweetly. 

“I wanted peace…solitude. A quiet pace of life where I could know the people around me, I suppose.” 

Your smile grew subtly at his rephrasing of your previous words. “Fair enough.” 

The trim seemed to do the trick; the horse no longer showing any lameness in his legs as Remus watched you lunge him around the dusty arena alongside the very happy owners. 

“What do you think, Remus? Did he look good?” You called to him as you handed the lead to the owners. 

“Looked perfect.” He responded simply. 

The horse, you, the rural coast of Wales now that you were here.

He found himself suddenly very happy to have a new vet in town, and hoped to all hell that you outlasted the many vets that came before you.

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