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Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked. A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter Striped orange and white Totally different from a Deer Who is as though appears Inferior
Being the second born of three Mexican American children, I've been told i was born independent and always had my mind set, knowing what exactly it was that I wanted.
One of a Kind
I once knew a little girl Push around and teased Who only ever wanted To help and aid the weak That girl never could Fit in with her own kind But she found that animals
Her job was to help people through helping animals. She was a veterinarian riddled with headaches. We were made from the same mold, she said. An 18 month-old bulldog (still a puppy) came into the clinic.
The scorching Serengeti heat casts a spotlight Shining on a glorious creature whose life is finite He enters the land of the stories untold But he is the hunter whose task is so bold
My dream job is to work somewhere in the tropical areas like Africa or Australia Sharing my heart to those wild animals
For those who cannot voice your suffering