I saw several vets during the course of my mortal life, none of which suited either my, or my parent’s needs. There was the doctor who was always running late; the doctor who messed up my brother Jax’s diagnosis; the large animal hospital that was too impersonal, the doctor who was too far away, the doctor who retired, the doctor who held me up by my paws which upset me, the doctor who was too expensive and the doctor who was only open mornings. My parents think they have finally good doctor now, but it was a couple of years past my expiration date. I think we all missed out on the great vets. The kind that would come to your house with a little black bag, sit with your parents, have tea, mix some medicines and make you feel better. Sure, lifespans were shorter, and cancer incurable, but no one was forcing overpriced food on you because they had sold themselves out to a food company, or insisted on unwanted vaccinations. There is little need for veterinarians at the Bridge.