devildoll23

So i randomly decided to type a journal about why i want to become a veternarian... i don't know if i ever told anyone the story. When I was little... I went through a rough time, I never really trusted anyone. I always wanted to have someone to talk to, someone to care for. One day when i was staying at my grandmothers house in newark... my mom came to pick me up with my cousin looely bird ( it's his nick name... i had one too...( cookie) (you know it's cute)). My cousin looely had a dog with him... he was all white and really small, yet he seemed very very weak. My mom told my brother and I that she found him all beaten up and bloody but she took him to the veternarian who took care of the dog ( comet...) and we were going to keep him. AH!! My mommy got me a dog?! Haha... i was so excited... so for a ridiculous amount of time/ years i had this awesome amazing dog... when i was sick with the chicken pox he would sit by me and cuddle with me( when no one else would) and he just knew i needed someone. Comet would always follow my brother around... no matter what. Whenever i was sad or cried at night my dog could sense that something was wrong and he would do whatever he could to cheer me up ( (he would always lick the tears off my face)(ew!!)). When I was in 5th or 6th grade... during the summer we went away to portugal as always... we left my dog with my cousin and while we were gone he started to weaken. We didn't know how old comet was when we got him... so we assumed that he was dying from old age. He was so weak the day that he died... as was i because i was a train wreck. He was an amazing dog... and one of my best friends...( i used to have this pillow... one of those items you get when your a baby and become ridiculously attched to it... you all know you had one of those... blankets pillows even stuffed animals..) anyways... when my mom burried my dog in our garden... i told her to burry my pillow with comet... because i wanted it to protect him... a huge part of me wished that i could do something for him because he was really sick when he died. He was just an innocent animal... he never did anything to anyone...( besides watch after me...) Anyways, ever since my comet died i've always loved all animals ( especially the ones that i have now) I don't know what it is that makes me feel at home when im just chillin with my chinchilla or my cat... i feel sorry for whoever reads this because this is pathetic... but... hope it kept you somewhat entertained....