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Animal name: Leviathan Wick 
Owner: Johnathan Wick
animal Breed: Dog
Age: 8-9 months
Sex: Male
Nickname: boy, dog
Favorite treats: Blue buffalo
Problem: Not eating, or drinking and seems to be in pain half the time.

I felt so sad reading the problem. I always feel sad. I hate seeing dogs in pain or any animal suffering at all. I went and opened the door to the waiting room.

"Leviathan and Johnathan Wick," I said. The man stood up, followed by a gray Pitbull. The Pitbull looked a bit sad. "Hello, my name is Dr. L/n, you can call me Y/n," I said to the dog's owner first.

"Hello, Johnathan and Leviathan, as you know," Johnathan said. I nodded, giving a warm smile. I kneeled to the dog.

"Hey Leviathan, I heard you like to be called 'boy,'" I said, letting him smell me and petting him a bit. I stood up. "This way," I said as the door closed behind us and they followed.

"So, how does Leviathan normally eat?" I asked.

"He randomly stopped at a point. He's been drinking a bit of water, but I've noticed something off and didn't want to wait too long," Johnathan said.

"Can we get him up here?" I said, referring to the metal table.

"Yeah, of course," Johnathan said.

"Thanks," I said as Johnathan picked up his dog and placed him onto the table. "Lay down for me, boy," I said gently, making sure he was calm.

"Is he normally this calm?" I asked, and Johnathan nodded.

"Yeah, I don't see him hyper ever since I had him. He's more chill, but he will play whenever someone wants to play," Johnathan said.

I nodded while listening. I grabbed a little flashlight to check his eyes. He let me check his eyes, mouth, and heart. "Has he seemed delayed or uncertain about what's in front of him, like his vision isn't very clear?" I asked. Johnathan shook his head.

"Not that I've seen. He's been trained since I got him," Johnathan said as I nodded.

"Has he ever seemed to be in pain from anywhere you know of, or does he just cry for no apparent reason?" I asked.

"He mostly cries. I tell him what's wrong, but he doesn't give me signs. If that doesn't sound stupid," Johnathan said.

I shook my head with a small chuckle. "It's really not. I help animals because I don't like them in pain either," I said, chuckling.

Johnathan gave me a small smile and nodded, but he honestly had more worry in his eyes. I felt around the dog's body with gentle squeezes and went to his stomach. Leviathan flinched and let out a whine.

"I'm sorry," I said, petting his head and figuring out the problem.

"What happened?" Johnathan asked.

"He seems really bloated. He has stomach pain, which can be very painful for them. This means he's not eating or drinking because he has gas locked in that he's not letting out," I said.

"Is there a way to fix it?" Johnathan asked worryingly.

"Yes, of course. I'll give him some medicine today and prescribe medication for Leviathan. He will need to take it every day around 9-10 in the morning," I said, smiling warmly.

"Okay, thank you," Johnathan said. I nodded.

"That's what I'm here for. Hold tight, okay? Try not to worry so much, Dad. You'll worry Leviathan," I said, giving the dog some scratches, and he nuzzled into my hand a bit.