D. E. Larsen, DVM Peggy was lying on the kitchen floor and reaching as far as possible under the wood cookstove.  “I can almost reach him,” Peggy said. “Leave him alone. He will just scratch you,” I said. “Jerd doesn’t like us.” Jerd was our grandmother’s cat. He was a short-haired, white cat with oneContinue reading “Jerd “

Toby’s Bullet Wound

 D. E. Larsen, DVM Ann rushed in the door with Toby clutched to her chest. After five, we were technically closed, but Ann had an emergency, plus she was a friend, a neighbor, and a long-time client. “Toby has a broken leg,” Ann said to Sandy as she stopped at the front counter. “I thinkContinue reading “Toby’s Bullet Wound”