Sally Moseley, St. Matthew's Veterinary School
Many of us can probably say that our love of animals began the first time we saw a dog, the first time we held a kitten, the first time we rode a horse. Some fond, early memory—or group of memories—often represents our journeys to becoming veterinarians. Also interesting with perhaps an even greater variety are the stories of our love of medicine.
Every time we prepare for interviews, someone knowingly informs us that we cannot just say we want to become veterinarians because we want to help animals. A medical student cannot say he wants to become a doctor because he wants to help people. Many vocations are conducive to help people, animals, or even both. Something about medicine is particularly alluring for all of us to rack up debt while spending years in school.
Benjamin Bunny was the first vehicle that drove my love for medicine. Prior to first grade, this was the equivalent of showing me a shiny trinket that I could have easily discarded without a thought. Many such shiny things turned up around this time and in the next couple of years. And many times I found my shiny thing was merely a paper clip, and it, though useful, was not the exciting thing I once thought it was. However, in this particular case, instead of discovering a paper clip I discovered a diamond.
Benjamin Bunny died the summer before I entered first grade.