When I was 10 years old I decided I wanted to be a veterinarian. If you had a room full of people and 1 dog, I would be over in the corner with the dog. Animals always seemed like amazing beings, full of unconditional love and acceptance.
When I was older and in college I didn’t know if I could deal with all of the science classes needed to be a veterinarian. My family and friends all said I was the artsy one who would be an artist or maybe a psychologist. I believed them until one day in Ann Arbor Michigan when I was coming home from my evening art class at U of Mich., I saw a German Shepherd hit by a car. People rushed to help and I realized there was nothing I could do to help that animal. I have never felt so frustrated,upset and helpless in my life. I realized in that moment it didn’t matter what I had to do,I would find a way to make it through the science courses I always thought I couldn’t do and become a veterinarian. I needed to be able to help an injured or hurting animal and know what to do.
I found out as I pursued my science curriculum that I actually liked and was good at science. I still have art talent but its not my job,its something that enriches my off hours as a hobby and for relaxation. I have never regretted that decision. I have often thought of that German Shepherd and wondered how it did.
Dawn Hess DVM