Dr. Lena adjusted her stethoscope, taking a slow breath before pushing open the examination room door. The smell of antiseptic and cedar shavings filled the air, but today there was another scent beneath it: worry .
She wanted to be ready.
“I mean,” Lena said, scratching Kit behind one velvety ear, “that Furrytails treats the whole creature. And sometimes the whole creature is reacting to a world that’s forgetting how to be wild.” furrytails vet clinic