My childhood pets were all very important to me, but a sweet, loving Golden Retriever named Chelsea will forever hold a special place in my heart. It was the bond I felt with her, a bond between a girl and her dog that was the ultimate push in my decision to become a veterinarian. She came into my family as a puppy when I was just starting elementary school. She grew and matured as I did, strengthening our relationship and making her more of a sibling than a pet. But after 14 years of cold nose nudges, happy tail wags and gentle, reassuring hugs, Chelsea became seriously ill. As I watched her suffer and eventually succumb to her terminal disease, a feeling of helplessness and a desire to understand her illness swept over me. I longed to be able to help her in some way, even if that just meant being able to recognize and ease her pain. I knew then that I would dedicate my life to helping animals and practicing veterinary medicine. Whether I am treating a sick kitty or educating an owner on the best wellness care for their dog, it is a rewarding feeling to be a voice and an advocate for our loyal furry companions.