I have no other nickname for you. It is that time of year when you wear your scarlet red jacket. I said to you on the street as I doubled back on purpose "Love the hat. South Korean?" You laughed and yelled "North!" —Blondiesmashed

Goose, I'm sorry we both made assumptions. I'm glad we reconciled. You're amazing, and I'm sorry things have been so hard for you. Hopefully now, we know not to assume things about one another. I think you and I are a very good thing, that can only get better from here. —Great White

We came to you shortly after you opened your practice. We were intrigued by a vet who took only cats. We love your cat-themed waiting room examination rooms. You have kept our cats healthy for many years!

The first time you examined Stinky Pie, you told us that she had only one kidney. You fixed her teeth and her heart murmur and the blood clot that almost killed her ten years ago. Until her death at 17, she kept her kittenish ways, always running and playing. When her kidneys failed, we knew that it was time for her to go because she wasn't running. You put her to sleep gently with both of us there. Then you sent us a condolence card about a rainbow bridge. Last week, we got a letter from your university letting us know of your donation to a new building you made in Stinky's name.

This goes above and beyond what anyone should expect from a veterinarian. We want you to know how much we appreciate it. —Pussy Galore

It is Saturday night and I am all alone. I am very sad. I miss you very much. I wish that I could see you just one more time. I have not been in Nova Scotia for about a month. I just came back to see my old territory once again. I don't have many friends. I will not be staying here very long because it hurts to see you around the area. As Willie Nelson always sings, you are always on my mind. Every time that I see you passing by I feel that I have been put you high upon a pedestal. I remember staring into your eyes that Friday morning two years ago. I saw a beautiful person inside those eyes. Your eyes just stared right back at me. I felt so proud and very happy that a fancy man like you would even look my way. I wish that I could tell you that I really and truly love you but I am unable to do this because you already have a mate, at least, I think that you do. I only wished that you had not used your body language on me that Friday morning two years ago at the top of the pit in the north end of Halifax. You are unforgettable and I will always remember that morning for as long as I live. I think about you every day of my life. That is the gospel truth. That Friday morning was Sept. 11, 2009 at 11:38 am. Well I must say goodbye my love and I will always hold a very special place in my heart for you. Take care and be well. —Love Hurts