Arrived with a fear of clippers and left with a bandana and an attitude. Now he brings a flower to every appointment. We keep a vase at reception specifically for him.

Came in as a shaking rescue who hid behind his human's legs. Eleven happy-visits later he pulls on the leash to get IN the door. The parking-lot shake is retired.

A senior gentleman who takes his arthritis meds in cheese and his compliments in bulk. His mobility plan gave him the stairs back — and with them, the good windowsill.

Our youngest regular. Passed puppy socialization with honours, ate one (1) exam-room shoelace, and has already promised to grow into her ears.

Greets every exam by flopping upside down, which honestly makes the belly check easier. His dental last spring fixed the breath. The drama remains, beloved.

Turbo had knee surgery in March; his bonded brother Gnocchi supervised recovery from the good armchair. Both officially cleared for synchronized zoomies.

Performs a full theatrical collapse on the lobby floor at every visit, then wags through the entire exam. We've stopped falling for it. Mostly.

The face of the practice — literally, that's him on the homepage. Retired the waiting-room shake in 2024; now signs autographs in nose prints. Patient nº 214. Knows it.

Observes every exam from the highest available surface, which we have accepted as a working condition. Her weight-management plan is going beautifully. She disagrees, politely.

Has bitten every vet in the county — his words. Here he head-butts Dr. Okafor twice per visit, affectionately, and pretends it never happened. His kidney values are holding steady.

Announces her arrival from the parking lot and narrates the entire visit at full volume. The loudest patient per gram ever recorded. We adore her.

Arrives in black tie. We do not know where the tuxedo comes from, and he will not say. Weight plan: dignified, ongoing, non-negotiable.

The face of cat mode — the homepage paw is hers. Raises it for high-fives she has no intention of completing. Patient nº 87. Benevolent ruler.

Falls asleep in the carrier on the way home from every visit, which we choose to read as a five-star review. Inspection of the new recovery blankets: passed, thoroughly.

Achieves competition-grade loaf form on the exam table, which makes auscultation surprisingly convenient. His thyroid meds go in a pill pocket he pretends not to notice.

A creature of exquisite routine who allowed her entire senior workup last month — a standing ovation, if you know her. Ten years old, bloodwork of a five-year-old.