W. L. Lloyd-Jones (Buster to his countless friends) was, until illness incapacitated him a few years ago, known to thousands of animal lovers as possibly the most skillful veterinary practitioner ever to have practised his art. Now, modestly, humorously and without affectation he tells the story of his life. As a boy Buster developed an obsessional interest and affection for animals of all shapes and sizes (in childhood he refused to eat sugar mice). As he grew up he was determined at all costs to become a vet. Though it meant a complete break with his father he enrolled for training with a well-known animal society as a trainee in animal husbandry. Shortly afterwards he was appointed as lethalist to the animal dispensary at Wimbledon. His career had begun. It makes enthralling reading, whether Buster is feeding lion cubs from a baby's bottle, trying to persuade Sir Winston Churchill not to stuff his poodle full of chocolates, or curing the wolf-hounds, Great Danes and boxers belonging to the late J. V. Rank of the streptococcal disease that had swept their kennels. He has treated the pets of the great and the humble. He has given a home to cats and dogs, to rabbits, goats, bush babies, parrots, monkeys, even snakes, and during the war to hundreds of animals whose owners had been evacuated.