Vets Incorporated

Another MMP for a torn anterior cruciate ligament. This time my own Rotti

Some field dentistry

Another MMP done to correct a torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament

We are proud to be a sponsor to this worthy cause. Pls book your spot

This is gonna be a lot of fun, making music for an environmental cause, in a wonderful setting at The Elephant Walk. We will be sharing the stage with a wonderful bunch of artists also giving their time and talents to support the Environmental Action Group ( EAG) fundraising event. Limited number of tickets are available, get yours on Quicket.

We are once again proud sponsors of this event, pls book your place

This is gonna be a lot of fun, making music for an environmental cause, in a wonderful setting at The Elephant Walk. We will be sharing the stage with a wonderful bunch of artists also giving their time and talents to support the Environmental Action Group ( EAG) fundraising event. Limited number of tickets are available, get yours on Quicket.

To those of you who say “those vets”…

You say we’re in it for the money.
You say we’re too expensive.
You say we never answer your phone call on our personal phone.
You say we don’t care — as long as the bill gets paid.

Let me paint the picture for you.

If you walk into an ER, you see an ER doctor.
You get admitted — that’s the hospital.
You need X-rays — that’s the radiographer.
You need interpretation — that’s a radiologist.
You need surgery — that’s a surgeon.
You need anesthesia — that’s an anesthetist.
And so the list goes on.

All separate. All billing separately.
And you won’t walk out without a six-figure bill.

Now us? “those vets”…

We are all of that — in one.
We are the ER doctor, the nurse, the radiographer, the radiologist, the surgeon, the anesthetist.
We own the machines. We service the machines. We stock the drugs. We run the clinic. We build the hospital. We carry the risk.
We treat the patient. We clean the stable / cage. We update the owners. We interpret every radiograph, do the anaesthetics, perform the surgery, manage the post op care. All to suit your budget.

And still — we’re told we only care about money.

This past week, we took a zebra foal home.
Into our house. Into our garden. Into our lives.

We built him a hospital pen.
He was an ICU patient. We sat with him.
Checked him every hour.
Set alarms through the night.
Tube fed him. Ran his drip 24/7.
Between calls, I rushed home just to make sure he was still okay.

We didn’t treat him like a patient.
We treated him like he was ours.

And he didn’t make it.

I cried for a full day.
Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t think straight.
It sits with you — in a way you can’t switch off.

So before you say “those vets”…
Before you say we don’t care…

Understand this:
We carry your animals in ways you will never see.
We lose sleep over them.
We break over them.
We remember them long after you’ve moved on.

We don’t just treat them — we carry them with us, in many ways you will never understand 💔