Some A/Ns: I'm not a vet or trained medically in anyway. If there are any errors let me know. The ideas here are from an actual vet assistant called Judy and from my mum who's had animals her entire life.

: Oscar is a real cat. He is exactly as described in real life. He is really owned by a person called Michelle.

: I hope you enjoy this. Chapter name taken from Heroes; I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it.

Chapter 2

Dr. Judy was just giving Oscar, the playful Siamese kitten, his first annual checkup. He would purr and throw himself on the metal table as she tried to take his temperature. But I guess you too would do that too, to get away from the thermometer up your bum. He would squirm, and as Michelle, his adopted mother, tried to keep him still, Oscar would wrap his front feet around Michelle's arm, kick with his hind legs and latch on with his kitten teeth.

"Oscar! Stop it!" But Oscar wouldn't listen and continued to play fight.

But Dr. Judy wasn't getting impatient. She knew what kittens could be like; especially Siamese kittens. She couldn't help but grin at the wriggling kitten, which was still attached to Michelle at many different points, whose dark tail was whipping around madly. Finally Dr. Judy decided to take sympathy on poor woman whose hand, because of the scratches and bit marks, that had started to draw blood.

She gently gripped the kitten's chest in one hand and supported his back with her other hand. She lowered Oscar back on the table and showed Michelle how to hold him probably if they wanted to get anywhere.

Michelle did so and Oscar gave her the 'traitor' look and growled low in his chest as the thermometer entered the rectum. Dr. Judy held it there for a few moments and then pulled it out to reveal a healthy temperature. Dr. Judy smiled and said. "Oscar is very healthy, you should be proud. Last but not least though is the worm pill. Keep holding him that way." She put the little pill on a little pill holder thingy. She was just squeezing gently open the kitten's mouth when a whole kerfuffle exploded in the waiting room. 'Just another worried owner.' She thought as she heard the yelling.

"Someone help me, the dog's not breathing…!" A man's voice screamed from the waiting room.

Dr. Judy smiled apologetically as she left Michelle with the wriggling kitten and walked out to the waiting room to see what was going on. She was the only doctor on today so she had to check. Last time this had happened; the animal had just been asleep; but still it was her job to check.

As soon as she stepped out she was faced with a twenty something man in a flannel shirt and jeans, holding a little dog, one who looked in serious need of a bath. Her first instinct was that the dog was abused. But she couldn't think anymore as the man ran over, not even slipping on the smooth linoleum floor.

"Please! He just collapsed on the way here! I don't know if CPR would work on a dog so…"

As soon as she looked at the dog, she realised there was no rise or fall of the chest. The dog was not breathing. "Quickly!" The man was only too happy to oblige.

He gently laid the dog on the table, just as Michelle took up Oscar. "I'm sorry, can you come back later?" Michelle nodded. She was irritated; but didn't want the little dog to die.

Dr. Judy's veterinarian switch switched and got to work as the nurse came running in. She quickly swapped her medical gloves with fresh ones. "Okay I need oxygen." The nurse handed over the oxygen mask. Dr. Judy started to perform CPR. The man hung his head. When CPR didn't work, she felt along his throat. "Light!" The nurse handed a little light on a tube. After shining it down the dog's throat; Dr. Judy had her diagnosis. "There is something logged in his throat! Quick; I need you to hold him upside down." The vet helped the nurse pick up and hold the dog by his back feet with his head facing down. Dr. Judy then rubbed his abdomen. After a little suspense, a wrought iron symbol got coughed out and clattered on the metal table. "What the…?" She placed the symbol in to a metal dish that was to the side and helped the nurse lower the dog back down to the table. Dr. Judy then took no time in putting the mask on the dog and re administered CPR. This time the dog coughed and started to breath again.

"Yes!" The man yelled and threw himself at Dr. Judy. He gave her a huge bear hug, squeezing her to the point that she almost needed the oxygen mask too.

"St...Op…you..'re…squishing…me." She managed to croak out as the man realised what he was doing and let go. "Thank you. But now I need to take other tests. We're not out of the woods yet."

The man nodded and turned to the dog. "Hey mate. How are ya goin'?" The dog opened its eyes and winked at the man, though he didn't even try to get up. The man rubbed his hands across the top of the dog's eyes.

Dr. Judy watched the exchange between the man and dog, but as much as she hated it, she had to get the formals out of the way. "Hello I'm Doctor Judy. I am the vet here."

The man looked up. "Ya know, I think I guessed that." He laughed and ruffled up the dog's fur. He then stood up, keeping a hand on the dog to comfort it. "I'm Trevor Hale, and this is Eros."

"Eros: the dog? That's a nice name for him."

Trevor smiled. "Well he did save my life so I thought he deserved an honorable title."

"Oh did he. How did that happen?"

"Oh I got godnapped a few days ago and this morning Eros pulled me free." Trevor was over the moon.

Dr. Judy gave a surprised look. "Godnapped?"

Trevor seemed only too happy to answer "Yeah. By these two guys who thought I was a Pagan God."

Was Dr. Judy surprised? "A god? Why would they think that?"

"Well I am a god. A Greek Roman god though instead. I am Cupid."

"Oh. Well. I. Umm. Perhaps you should leave Eros here tonight. I can keep an eye on him. Tomorrow come back around noon, if you can, and we can go over other things. Is that fine?" Dr. Judy kind of wanted to get the weird man out of her clinic.

"Umm, yeah I think that's fine. Oh no, wait it isn't. I work then. Um, 4 pm okay instead?"

"Yes that's fine."

"So what is done tomorrow that can't be done today?"

"Well I want to keep him under observation, get his breathing back to normal. "

Trevor understood that. But then a thought popped up that he thought he should tell the doctor. "Now, you obviously are wondering why he's in such a filthy condition. It's because he's a stray. He came out of no where and untied me." He clicked his fingers and pointed at Dr. Judy. Not in an accusing way, but in a brain wave way. "He was ruffling through my godnappers bag! He was eating something that I wasn't sure of! He must have swallowed that thingy! Can I see it?"

Dr. Judy was a little surprised by the information. But she denied the request. "It needs to be sterilized and I need to check what it's made out of in case it is something poisonous to dogs, in which case, Eros made be poisoned too."

Trevor nodded. He understood. "Can I have it back when you're done with it?"

"Don't see why not. Now Eros is also severely malnourished so I'm going to be giving him some special food to get him up to a healthy state of body weight. I also want to give him a rabies shot and give him a general basic check over if you said he was a stray. But I think we should do that tomorrow, after he, and you, have calmed down. Okay?"

"Okay. That's fine. Now I must ask one more thing. I'm omniscient, well used to be anyway, but one thing I have to admit that I've never looked up was dog breeds. I wouldn't know a Lassie from a Beethoven."

Dr. Judy laughed. "Well Eros is not a Collie or a Saint Bernard, I can tell you that for sure. No Eros is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel."

"Really? Haha. You'd have thought the ears would have given it away. I really didn't think if it."

"Yes, well considering his current state, Eros is the largest King Charles Spaniel I've seen."

"Yes! Who's my puppy?" Trevor went and once again ruffled up the dogs black and white fur. The dog was trying to stand up, but because of the mask, he couldn't. Dr. Judy decided it was time to take it off anyway. And as soon as it was off, Eros was on his feet, his tail wagging madly. He knew what was going on. He was a very smart dog.

"Try to quiet him down. It's not good for him to do that because he is still weak."

Trevor got the little dog to sit down. "It's easier to breath now isn't it?"

Eros let off the clearest noise Trevor had ever heard. He stated so to the vet.

"That object obstructing his throat must have stopped him breathing. He was unconscious because of the lack of oxygen. He couldn't make a good noise because of the object too." Trevor nodded in agreement.

"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow Eros. Be nice to the nice doctor okay? Thank you so much Dr. Judy."

After a little more discussion, Eros was taken to the back of the vet and Trevor said he'd pay the medical bills tomorrow. And then he left. Dr. Judy was exhausted. She got the nurse to ring back Michelle to bring Oscar back. She muttered. 'Saved a dog, now back to that hyperactive kitten.' She wasn't in as playing mood as before but at least Eros the dog had been saved for now.