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Contents
Chapter One: Critical Care and the Night Shift
Chapter Three: The Vaccine Trick and Dermaholiday
Chapter Four: ‘Don’t Cry, Englishman’
Chapter Five: ‘What Seems to Be the Problem?’
Chapter Six: For the Love of Horses
Chapter Seven: Fly on the Wall
Chapter Eight: We Saved a Life
Chapter Ten: Between Two Worlds
Chapter Eleven: The Kitten who Thought She Was a Parrot
Chapter Twelve: Mad Cows and Doris the Goat
Chapter Thirteen: ‘Happy Christmas, Clunky’
Chapter Fourteen: Grumpy Lizards and Misty-eyed Gorillas
Chapter Fifteen: Stella the Heifer
Chapter Sixteen: Man’s Best Friend
Chapter Seventeen: Horse Sense
Chapter Eighteen: Luca the Great Dane
Chapter Nineteen: The End in Sight
CHAPTER ONE
Critical Care and the Night Shift
‘Can you help her? Please? She means the world to me. I don’t know what I’d do without Misty.’
Tears filled the eyes of the elderly woman on the other side of the consultation table as she looked down at the small white ball of fur in her arms.
I took a deep breath.
‘Pop her on the table and let’s have a quick look.’
Misty was a little terrier, and she was clearly feeling pretty ill. She lay on her side on the table in front of me, whimpering and panting frantically. Terriers can be real rascals, full of energy, always keeping their owners on their toes, but poor Misty was obviously in a bad way.
I was doing my best to sound confident, but inside I was quaking. It was my first twelve-hour shift in Emergency Critical Care – the equivalent of accident and
