When I really think about it, nothing inspired me to be a vet, it was just what I was going to be. More like a ‘calling’ than a career or a vocation. I grew up with limited access to animals. I wasn’t allowed them growing up as I was unbelievably allergic to cats and rabbits and spent my childhood wheezing my way through school, but when asked if I would like a baby or a dog, I went for the dog (lovely Benji – my little wire hired fox terrier) and got the little brother too which wasn’t all bad. Despite being allergic to all things furry, I made it work and actually 23 years later I absolutely love what I do. I consider myself one of the lucky ones to be able to do what I love every day.
It took me a while to work out what fills my bucket outside of work. My non-negotiable self-help recipe for personal happiness and joy is a once a week beach walk with Dudley (mainly on the west coast), then home for coffee and pastries with Al and then a night in or out with family or friends – totally priceless! The Pilates and yoga are on this year’s to-do list so watch this space!
Firstly I asked my husband this question.He started with “intelligent, but annoying” so I ditched him promptly as my “closest friend”. I asked my very dear friend Deb. She came back with compassionate, professional and nurturing (she is now elevated to my closest friend!).
Easy peasy! Four legged friends in my life! Humans are a maybe.
I really, really like dogs. I read this quote – “I was a dog person until my cat showed me the error of my ways” – and I must admit Ron works his feline magic on me, but as far as finding the ultimate qualities in a being – faithful, kind, caring, joyous, intelligent and unconditionally loving – happiness for me is (the right) canine friend. We are very lucky to coexist with them.