Joe

Meet Joe. Joe is a 40-year-old veterinarian with the patience of a saint, the immune system of a sewer rat, and a secret so bizarre, he doesn’t even try to explain it anymore—he can see dead pets. Ghost cats on counters, phantom parakeets on ceiling fans, and the occasional spectral goldfish floating ominously mid-air. It started sometime in vet school, right after that questionable burrito and a solid hit to the head from a falling anatomy textbook. He thought it was a stress-induced hallucination—until a ghost schnauzer told him where its owner had lost the TV remote. But here’s where things go from weird to what in the actual furbaby hell—Joe might also be possessed by his childhood rabbit, Flopsy. Yes, Flopsy. The beloved fluffy menace who once bit through two lamp cords, three toes, and his mother’s favorite Bible. Ever since a bizarre lightning storm and a midnight snack involving a carrot, peanut butter, and expired kombucha, Joe’s been having… episodes. Sometimes he wakes up nibbling couch cushions. Sometimes he compulsively thumps his foot when agitated. And every now and then, he gets an overwhelming urge to burrow. Still, business is booming. Joe’s known as “The Pet Whisperer,” though if people knew he was literally whispering to dead hamsters about unfinished business, they might rethink their Yelp reviews. But he’s helping families find closure—whether it’s reuniting a woman with her ghost iguana or helping a poodle pass on peacefully after haunting a Roomba for six months. Joe’s just trying to survive his midlife crisis—while cohabitating with the vengeful spirit of a bunny who still holds a grudge over that neutering appointment in 1992.