It took me most of my life to decide what I wanted to do after college. My father has always been a dog owner, so I have been too. Our dogs have always been my greatest joy and comfort. My childhood dog, Spike, slept by my side every single night for fourteen years. Although many of my dogs have passed on, I will cherish their memories forever, and each of their stories inspires me. For this reason, I decided to focus my studies on veterinary medicine.
In 2018, we rescued two male mixed-breed puppies from the same litter. Trouble was named for his outgoing personality: he’s vocal, energetic, and loves to play. He can sometimes be a handful, but he is also one of the most loving, affectionate dogs we’ve ever had. He loves attention, belly rubs, and snuggling on the couch or bed. Whenever I cry or have a panic attack, he pushes me down, lays on my chest, and licks my face until I’m laughing. Trouble has helped me through so many dark periods of my life, just by lying on my chest or sleeping by my side. He is always there to remind me that I'm loved and will never be alone.
I’ve never been very religious, but Jinx was my angel. When I saw him sitting in the corner of the puppy pen, his reservedness reminded me of my own. Like Trouble, he loved to cuddle and play, and he always put a smile on everyone’s face. They would often chase each other around the yard, running as fast as they could, or play tug-of-war with a PetSmart rope they somehow managed to fray in two days. Trouble and Jinx were a dynamic duo in the making; if you gave them a new toy, they would take it in both mouths and carry it down the hallway together, their collars jingling away. The future looked bright for our two puppies.
After about four months, Trouble contracted parvovirus, a contagious and potentially deadly disease if left untreated. As a low-income family, scraping together $300 for his treatment was difficult, but we luckily managed, and Trouble made an excellent recovery. However, Jinx fell ill soon after Trouble. His symptoms were far more severe, and we didn't have enough remaining medicine. In desperation, my father rushed Jinx to the vet and pleaded with them to let us have another dose, insisting he would pay next week when he had the money and that we just needed more time with our puppy. The vet denied Jinx his parvo medication until we paid upfront. My father was forced to bring our sick Jinx back home.
I hardly slept that night. The thought that a veterinarian, a doctor who dedicated years of their life to the study of animal care, could turn away any family with a dying pet made me feel sick. To think that a mere $300 was the sole factor in determining whether my sweet Jinx’s life was worth saving made me feel sick. Why, in a country so advanced, should anyone’s financial status be used to determine whether they and their family are lives worth saving?
The next morning, my father woke me up to tell me that Jinx did not make it through the night. Jinx’s passing affected me deeply. I want to become a veterinarian to heal this part of myself and help others heal, too. I hope to provide free treatment for parvovirus and find a way to make animal healthcare more affordable because care should not discriminate. Care should not have a price tag.