Dear friend,

I’m Dr. Aron, and ever since I was a child mending stuffed animals with makeshift bandages, I knew my heart belonged in veterinary medicine. The wonder of easing a pet’s suffering still feels as incredible to me now as it did back then.

Over the past decade, however, I’ve felt a quiet ache as more and more hospitals traded homemade thank‑you cards for reports to financial owners who’ve never held a stethoscope.

One rainy Tuesday, I stitched up a senior Golden Retriever’s torn paw while his family whispered worriedly to him, “we love you, big guy,” beside the table.

When he finally stood and gently thumped his tail, the look on their faces reminded me why this profession exists: love first, medicine second, paperwork a distant third.

Later that day, over a mug of burnt coffee, a colleague asked me, “If independent practices truly matter to us, what are we willing to do about it?”

The question refused to let me sleep—and this community is the answer.

Today we are weaving a circle of locally owned hospitals where our veterinary oath sets the purpose, not the fleeting interest of corporate investors. 

Here there are no suits or boardrooms—only veterinarians whose clothes smell faintly of dog treats, sharing ideas, lifting one another, and pledging to keep the soul of our profession intact. 

If you’re a veterinarian chasing the dream you once doodled in the margins of your anatomy notes, a technician who gently wipes away a client’s tears, or a receptionist who knows every pet’s birthday—this is your home.

Together we will practise gold‑standard medicine, support our local communities, and prove that independence and excellence not only coexist—but that they’re THE superpowers of our profession.

Thank you for letting me share my story on this page. I can’t wait to shake your hand, hear your story, and build something incredible together.

Talk to you soon,