Vet Stories

I gathered everything I needed – printed out notes for the workshop students, clipboards, some essential oils, clothes, and squeezed it all into my suitcase. Off for an adventure, to teach the Whole Energy Body Balance (WEBB) foundation workshop in my old stomping ground, Townsville. Into the car, humming along the traffic streamed freeway, finding […]

I looked at the X-rays for the fiftieth time. Was there something out of place in her spine, or not? I\’d looked at these films until my eyes went fuzzy, and all the other vets in the practice had looked at them too, and still it wasn\’t clear what was going on. My guts were

Bedlam… The waiting room was overflowing, and we were all behind. The noise of dogs barking, cats complaining, and people chattering away was gradually getting louder. Last time I popped my head out to call my next consult in, there were even a few people waiting outside, well rugged up against the cold, grey, damp,

Driving, the quiet rattle of bottles and medicines in the back of the van in my ears, the sweeping strip of bitumen hemmed in by the green swaying forest… A peaceful moment of silence, just to be, as I drive along to my next visit in Nimbin. The countryside changes slowly as I hum along

\”Gday Doc, how ya goin?\” – I was till half asleep, the phone had jolted me awake in the early morning, deliciously cool. \”The silly old bastard\’s been fighting again, he\’s a hell of a mess, eh. Can you come out and fix him up again?\” \”Is there a bitch in heat there again, is

\”So what\’s up with her then?\” I asked, after I\’d settled onto a comfy chair by the fire. It was nice to settle in with old frinds – I\’d been seeing their dogs for years now… \”She\’s driving us crazy, barking and barking – we were up five times last night, and she\’s crapping on

\”I think we need you to come today, rather than on Monday. She\’s really got a lot worse, she can hardly stand up, and isn\’t even drinking at all now. Could you possibly come and help us with her?\” \”Of course I can,\” I replied. \”I\’ll be there sometime mid-afternoon.\” \”Thanks so much,\” she replied,

I waited patiently behind the boat trailer, indicator ticking away. Finally, a break in the traffic eased us both into the carpark. For once there were empty spaces, and I parked the van. My client gave me a friendly wave from the back of her car, where she was talking to her dogs. I hopped

  It was clear, cold, the sun sinking low – a lazy breeze wandering through my jacket and making me shiver. I\’d been in one of my favourite outdoor \’clinics\’ – a park next to the river in the Tweed. I\’d just titer tested two dogs, one little poodle, and a dachshund; one only a

I was hard at work, stuck in the computer, dealing with the endless admin. The phone rang, and it was a relief to be distracted from the ranks of numbers. \”Hello? Is that Dr Edward?\” she asked. Her voice seemed familiar. \”Yes, it is,\” I replied. \”How can I help you?\” \”Well, you\’ve seen our