Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Odin's Story Odin was the first dog I truly felt hopeless for. It was 2018—I was in the midst of high school and deciding who I wanted to become. I was rarely home, rather, I spent most of my time trying to escape it. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but I could not stand the feeling of being in that place. Looking back, I suspect I subconsciously developed a sense of guilt for missing so many of his final moments. My dogs, Odin and Frig, were inseparable companions whose bond was timeless. Their presence offered solace in times of loneliness and isolation. I loved cuddling Odin and taking him on his daily walk. We adopted Odin from a shelter; I volunteered at the municipal shelter in my hometown when my parents decided that an addition to the family was overdue. Odin was sweet and loving throughout his life, and perfectly healthy. Until he wasn't. Five weeks before I answered that dreadful call, Odin developed seizures. They were heartbreaking and devastating to witness. He howled in pain every night for weeks. I desperately wished to alleviate the amount of pain I knew he was feeling. Eventually, my parents brought him to the veterinarian. It was an inoperable brain tumor. All we could do was wait. I remember feeling powerless over everything that could have happened differently once I heard the news. As Odin’s condition deteriorated, I developed flashbacks of the mistreatment I witnessed of the pets in my childhood, wanting to help them but not knowing how. Every night I was home I heard him crying, begging to be put out of the misery he was so deeply feeling in the last few weeks, until eventually, he was. Odin is one of the countless examples of animals suffering due to neglect or ignorance. My parents never intended to harm any animal, but their actions still had consequences. This story and every similar experience drive me further into my passion for veterinary medicine and owner education. I want to utilize my education in animal science and veterinary medicine to support the entire community with compassion, knowledge, and empathy. I aim to spread awareness to the public about animal welfare and teach pet owners the right way to care for their animals. Now that I can help, I will do everything I can in opposition to animal neglect and mistreatment. I will work tirelessly to bring positive change to the lives of animals and their caretakers.

Large animals, namely cows, sheep, and pigs, are captivating creatures. Though majorly overlooked, these livestock are capable of feeling and expressing emotions throughout their lives. Animals bred for food are often treated poorly, and the mistreatment of livestock has become increasingly common with the creation of industrial livestock production. Livestock have slowly been transformed from living in farms to surviving inside factory buildings, allowing for the mass production of meat to increase company profits. Consumption of such animals contain a flavor profile drastically different than ever before, due to the harsh living conditions they endure and growth hormones continuously forced upon our food supply. These harsh living conditions in which livestock are forcefully enduring proves inhumane for any creature. Through training as a veterinarian, I aim to ease the minds of the animals I treat. I wish to provide comfort to the animals in need of consolation. I enjoy connecting with each animal I care for, and long to understand the distinct personality that each individual animal has. Caring for those in need is my passion in life. As I feel uneasiness and anxiety in others, I am immediately inclined to assist one in need. My goal as a doctor for animals is to translate the voice of those who cannot speak for themselves. I want to advocate for these creatures in order to fulfill the life each individual deserves to enjoy. Animals bring me happiness each and every day I live on this planet. Unpredictability is common in all humans, though animals perform in patterns. Creatures such as livestock and pets are not born to hate. As humans breed resentment and hatred throughout life, animals view the world very differently. They are compassionate, loving, and filled with life. Though a pet owner may consistently abuse their animal, that pet will continuously return to them as that animal longs for a loving relationship with those who care for it. My friends only consisted of animals as a child because they cared for me just as I did for them. I fulfilled their physical and emotional needs by playing fetch and loving our pigs, and they displayed unconditional love and companionship back to me. I am currently attending higher education classes to expand my knowledge on animal behavior and anatomy. Large animal studies are fascinating, as each animal has their own unique biological makeup. Doctors perform on the same type of body repeatedly, whereas veterinarians are constantly presented with different creatures to treat. Through immersing myself in the veterinary world and learning in school, I wish to fulfill my lifelong desire to treat the innocent souls of this world.

Creativity makes the world surrounding you become brighter. It unearths the beauty in the world when sometimes it can't be seen. I use creativity in my life to brighten the things around me. I paint to boost my mood and energy. The creation that emerges from this positivity is then physically present to continually lift spirits. Creativity bring out the happiness in others. Creating something for a loved one is the best way to express your love for them. Creation is bringing something into this world that is a part of yourself. A part of yourself is taken to create something that could potentially be enjoyed by millions. Creativity brings emotion into the world where there would be none otherwise. One creative person in a blank room has the potential to change the way people think, depending on how creativity is applied to the situation. I use creativity to draw out positivity and share good emotions with others.

I consistently have an internal drive to help any animal I possible can. Domesticated animals only exist because of humans, therefore we as a society are obligated to assure that they are taken care of. During a time where I retained an overwhelming feeling of helplessness about these animals in need, I encountered an opportunity to volunteer at a local humane society. I immediately took up that offer, and have been working with the shelter ever since. During my time at the shelter, I assure that the dogs have been exercising throughout the day. I make sure that both the dogs and cats get time for love, because they get lonely in the isolated compounds of shelter living. I assist in the cleanliness of the shelter as well, so no animal is trapped in not only an isolated but filthy environment. Childhood felt like a fever dream in my mind. My mother and I moved to a homestead with our extended family; and they owned many animals. It was my first experience with rural living, but I learned many valuable lessons along the way. My grandfather taught me how to raise animals which would later turn to food. Collecting eggs, honey, and milk from the goats turned into chores that brought me closer to my grandfather. Living with him sparked my interest in the field of veterinary science from the curiosity of what remained on the inside of those animals. I wanted to know what drove them to perform their instinctual rituals and how their bodies differed from a humans body. I questioned why humans had the capability of speech, whereas other animals could not obtain this skill. The interworkings of healing animals from their injuries particularly peaked my interest, as I wished I could fix things before it was too late. My first cat, Mumu, taught me that not every veterinarian is capable of handling every animal. My mother had taken her in for a routing procedure, as she was just bc enough to handle it. A few hours goes by, and I received a message from my mom, informing me of the death of my first cat. She died in the operating room; they dosed her with an incorrect amount of anesthesia, and she died. I was determined from that day on to care for every animal with as much detail and care possible, in hopes that no other pet parent will go through the loss of a healthy baby from silly mistakes.