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Wings painted black flap effortlessly,
striving for the infliction of pain,
as eyes blink away tears of relief
after catching a breath from their struggle to obtain
I want to be a veterinarian. No, I didn’t say vegetarian, I said veterinarian. Two very different things. It’s okay. I know a lot of people who used to get the two confused.
A vet’s job, you’ll be surprised to hear, has almost no contact with animals that are, well, awake. A vet’s job is get in, do surgery, get out. There are also vets that do vet check-ups, that part’s true. But those who have more contact with animals on a daily basis, who care for and feed the animals after surgery and administer vaccines is not the vet, but a vet tech. That’s kind of like a nurse for animals. Yet I still want to be a vet.
About a year and a half ago, I finally was allowed to volunteer with animals, something which I’d been looking forward to since I was a young child. And from then on, my interest in becoming a veterinarian just grew and grew. I’ve made vaccines, watched them be administered, measured worm medication, bagged pills, administered heartworm medication, and, of course, done what every good dog owner has done: flea and tick medication. I’ve also shown educational presentations, advised dog and cat owners, and this summer I’m interviewing to be a camp counselor at my local Humane Society.