A Day of L’Amour

My name is Dr. V. Actually, it’s Jessica, followed by a long last name that no one can ever pronounce correctly, so I think it’s best that we just do what everyone at my work does and call me Dr. V. You can call me Jessica if you insist, but don’t expect me to answer any questions about your dog if you do. READ MORE >>

My pets don’t have a lot of money or material things. They have themselves, and that is about it. But what they have, they give freely and without reservation.

Emmett gave me 10 kisses, a fishy burp in the face, and a bunch of fur on my new pants.

Calypso (she’s the grey one) gave me a dulcet love song at 3 in the morning (it went RAAAORWWW OOOORRRAOWR) plus a hairball she personally created, hacked up on my pillow while I was in the shower.

Apollo (the black cat) is my Don Juan. He wooed me with a chirruping sonnet whilst kneading me tenderly, to soften me up. Then he latched onto the back of my hand and attempted marital relations with my forearm.

I can only hope to repay one tenth of the love and joy these little guys bring me. Happy Valentine’s Day to all the pet lovers out there!