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Associated Press
5 days ago
- Business
- Associated Press
Inspire Veterinary Partners Acquires Central Florida Animal Hospital
Acquisition will add approximately $1.8 million in annual revenue and increases network of animal hospitals to 14 VIRGINIA BEACH, VA / ACCESS Newswire / June 5, 2025 / Inspire Veterinary Partners, Inc. (Nasdaq:IVP) ('Inspire' or the 'Company'), an owner and provider of pet health care services throughout the U.S., announced today it has acquired 100% ownership interest in DeBary Animal Clinic in DeBary Florida, north of Orlando. The acquisition marks the Company's fifth in the state and is projected to add up to approximately $1.8 million in annualized revenue to Inspire's growing veterinary clinic network. The multi-doctor general practicewith an established history in the community offers a full range of services for companion animals, including surgical procedures, dental, and wellness care. Inspire's veterinary clinic network already includes hospitals across eight states: California, Colorado, Florida, Indiana, Massachusetts, Maryland, Ohio, and Texas, with more planned for the near future. 'The addition of our fifth location in the vibrant Florida pet care market is an important milestone in our growth strategy as we continue to demonstrate the value of the management and operational efficiencies associated with our expanding network of hospitals,' said Kimball Carr, President & Chief Executive Officer of Inspire. 'Our belief that the number and quality of potential animal hospitals looking to join the Inspire network has grown and will continue to grow based on our unique approach to supporting clinics operations and we look forward to additional acquisitions throughout the United States in the near term.' About Inspire Veterinary Partners, Inc. Inspire Veterinary Partners is an owner and provider of pet health care services throughout the US. As the Company expands, it expects to acquire additional veterinary hospitals, including general practice, mixed animal facilities, and critical and emergency care. For more information, please visit: Facebook | LinkedIn | X Forward-Looking Statements This press release contains forward-looking statements regarding the Company's current expectations. These statements are not guarantees of future performance and are subject to certain risks, uncertainties and assumptions that are difficult to predict. Factors that could cause actual results to differ include, but are not limited to, statements by the Company relating to the completion of the offering, the satisfaction of customary closing conditions related to the offering, the intended use of proceeds from the offering, receipt of Stockholder Approval as well as risks and uncertainties related to the satisfaction of customary closing conditions related to anticipated acquisitions, or factors that result in changes to the Company's anticipated results of operations related to acquisitions. These and other risks and uncertainties are described more fully in the section captioned 'Risk Factors' in the Company's public filings made with the Securities and Exchange Commission, including its Annual Report on Form 10-K and Quarterly Reports on Form 10-Q. Forward-looking statements contained in this announcement are made as of this date, and the Company undertakes no duty to update such information except as required under applicable law. Investor Contact CoreIR Matt Blazei 516-386-0430 [email protected] Press Contact CORE IR Matthew Cossel [email protected] General Inquires Morgan Wood [email protected] SOURCE: INSPIRE VETERINARY PARTNERS, INC. press release
Fox News
18-05-2025
- General
- Fox News
Beloved pet makes daring escape from animal hospital after surgery and travels 3 miles to get home
George the cat wasn't having it. The feline fugitive decided recently it was time to leave an animal hospital in Lakeland, Florida, while he was still recovering after being neutered. So, he broke out of his crate and scaled a fence. "I was distraught and heartbroken," George's owner, Bob Beasock, told FOX 13. Employees at SPCA Florida chased after George, but they weren't able to catch him. "George was able to bust out of the trap, and he literally scaled some dog fencing and went into the woods. And our staff were literally hoisting each other up over the fences to try to chase George to capture him," Randa Richter of SPCA Florida told FOX 13, adding he still had "silly drugs in him" after his neutering. Days later, George arrived home 3 miles away. "If I would've gotten stuck at the SPCA, I would've called an Uber, but George didn't have that option," Beasock joked. "But coming back from there, he has to go through two or three subdivisions. He has to go around the lake, another lake that's between us and the SPCA, and probably five or six roads." Certified cat behavioral specialist Joey Lusvardi told the station cats have evolved to find their way back. "We think it's due to a combination of scent or visual markers and possibly geomagnetism," which relates to Earth's magnetic field, Lusvardi said. "Contrary to popular belief, cats are very attached to us, so they will want to find their way back home eventually." Beasock, while brushing his beloved George, told the station, "He needed a human touch, and that's what he got."
Washington Post
06-05-2025
- Health
- Washington Post
Our dog died. My kids turned their grief into a backyard dog party.
My children — 12, 10 and 7 — sat us down to show us their PowerPoint presentation. The slides, designed to convince my husband and me that we needed a second dog, included photos of newborn puppies, potential names and how the kids would contribute. 'Turtle would have a friend!' their last slide read. Turtle, our shaggy, beige 32-pound labradoodle, was almost 3. From his first puppy weeks, he would stay at my side during the day, glancing up now and then to check in. Each night, he curled up in bed with whichever kid needed him most. 'Maybe it's not a terrible idea?' I said to my husband, secretly hopeful he'd warm to the idea of a puppy. My sister's dog had just delivered a healthy litter, and soon the puppies would need homes. My sister and I had always been close, but she lived in Nashville and I lived in North Carolina, and I didn't see her nearly as much as I wanted. A chance to adopt one of her pups as a 'sibling' to ours felt fun and special. 😊 Follow Feel-good stories Follow 'Okay,' my husband said. 'But,' he continued with his eyes on the kids, 'you need to show us you can handle a puppy by taking more responsibility for Turtle now.' The kids promised to walk, brush and clean up after Turtle, then erupted into squeals. I smiled at Paul. 'Guess we're adding one to our family of six.' To celebrate, Paul took the kids out for dinner. I was tired (and grateful for Paul's willingness to fly solo), so I plopped onto the couch, grabbed the remote and called Turtle. But he didn't come. I went searching and found him leaning against the wall at the top of the steps. He let out a soft growl and gingerly sat, as if in pain. I scooped him up as gently as I could and called Paul to let him know I was heading to the emergency clinic. There, a vet diagnosed Turtle with a spinal condition called intervertebral disc disease, prescribed some pain medications and sent us home. But overnight, Turtle's condition worsened. Back at the animal hospital, I learned his spine wasn't just aching, his nerves were severely compressed with no injury to explain it, and with little hope for recovery. How? I wondered. My young, healthy dog, who 24 hours earlier had trotted alongside my 10-year-old and me on our routine walk for coffee, leaped on and off the couch like a gazelle, chased squirrels from the yard, rolled over for belly rubs if anyone neared. Now surgery was the only option. Even then, the vet said, he may not walk again. I looked at Turtle, whom my son wanted to make the ring bearer at his wedding one day. 'Do it,' I said, handing over a credit card. Paul brought the kids to see Turtle before the anesthesia knocked him out. His tail wasn't moving, but his eyes beamed up at them. We drove home to await the 'all clear' call. Instead, with almost no warning, Turtle died. Not even a day had passed since we had agreed to a 'sibling' puppy. At home, we walked around the house, unsure what to do with our bodies that ached to hold our good boy. My son put on Turtle's collar like a necklace. My youngest, who couldn't stop crying, asked if my sister could send videos of the puppies. We watched the sleeping puppies' bellies move up and down. Advertisement All three kids piled into our bed that night. In the dark, my 7-year-old asked, 'Is the Rainbow Bridge real, or something people say to make kids feel better?' Advertisement I didn't have an answer about the Rainbow Bridge — the so-called heavenly place where dogs who've passed run free while they wait to reunite with their families — except to say I hoped it was real. The next morning, I stared at Turtle's water bowl. The house was too quiet without his jingling collar, his dramatic yawns. I dried my eyes and woke everyone for school, knowing the first morning without Turtle would be hard. He was always the one they wanted to snuggle when they were sad. And now, in the darkest days of their young lives, that source of comfort was gone. Advertisement Meanwhile, my sister's puppies started opening their eyes. Tiny white and black creatures who were changing, it seemed, by the hour. Our neighbor's dog, Bertie, became a welcome distraction. My kids borrowed the orange and white spaniel for snuggles at our house several nights in a row. Advertisement 'Mom,' my son said one night with Bertie in his lap. 'Could we invite a bunch of dogs over to play? Like a party in Turtle's honor?' I understood the desire. I'd asked to pet every dog I passed and looked forward to Bertie's visits as much as the kids. 'Turtle would want us to do this,' he pleaded. I didn't know what Turtle would want, or whether such a thing was worth considering, but I couldn't deny that it was taking a village (of dogs) to move us through the sludge of grief. And so, the idea for a celebration of life for Turtle was born. The kids designed invitations with pictures of Turtle and his best chocolate Lab buddy, Rivers, that read, 'Come Celebrate Turtle's Life' and 'Dogs welcome, humans tolerated.' They made a list of nearby dogs and stuffed yellow envelopes with invitations and Milk-Bones, then biked around the neighborhood to deliver them. The morning of the party, we baked cookies for humans and picked up doggy doughnuts at a local pet bakery. The kids hung signs from our fence and scattered dog toys throughout the yard. They Scotch-taped paper paw prints to the patio leading to a display of treats and a photo clothesline of Turtle. Our yard looked party-worthy, but I wasn't sure what to expect. Would people and dogs actually show up? Would the dogs get along? And would my kids feel better or worse surrounded by other people's pets? To my surprise, 13 dogs and 40 people showed up that day. Some dogs chased each other, while others relaxed with a chew toy. They all wanted belly scratches. I looked around my yard, sopping up the joyful energy. In the delightful chaos, my kids seemed happy. We gathered the crowd for a slideshow, and my son read a eulogy, a word he'd learned that week in preparation for the party. 'Turtle was more than just a pet. He was my brother,' he said to the silent crowd, his voice shaking. I saw a few people wipe their eyes. Later, when the crowd had dispersed, a second-grader from down the street showed back up at our door with a homemade card for my son. 'Your speech was AMAZING,' he'd written in blue marker. 'I want to do that again,' my 7-year-old daughter said before we'd even finished pulling bone-shaped bunting from our trees. In the weeks that followed, we told more funny stories and fewer sad ones. We framed our favorite pictures. We awaited new puppy videos from my sister. I'm not sure if we would've been ready for a new puppy so soon after losing Turtle if we hadn't committed to one before he died. Or if we hadn't allowed the kids to throw a party for Turtle, and leaned into the comfort we found in our neighbors' and friends' dogs. But now, my sister's puppy — who we're calling Codie — feels like an adorable balm, and one that was orchestrated from somewhere beyond here, maybe over the Rainbow Bridge.
