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Animals are unpredictable things, and so our life is unpredictable. It's a long tale of little triumphs and disasters and you've got to really like it to stick it.
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A Vet Story

Stories, tales and general rambling of a Vet Student at the Royal Veterinary College, London who took the long route to get there.
Alison. 22. RVC 3rd Year, ex G+T.

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13:30
Saturday 28 January 2012
Reflection

Yesterday was 3 years since my friend and colleague Joe Wilson died in a car crash between Spofforth and Wetherby. 3 others died in the crash, 2 of his friends and a man travelling in the other direction. 2 more friends survived (they were in the back seat). They were on their way to play football. I still remember the phone call I got, being told to sit down. I was shell shocked for about 2 hours, then I went and got a train to Harrogate...

Anyway you may be wondering why this has anything to do with my 'vet story'. Well I worked with Joe for 3 years, knew him a bit longer than that, but he always knew I wanted to be a vet, at the time he died I was contemplating whether to go full on with getting work experience so I could apply for vet school the coming September. I was still undecided... put my degree at risk to do extra work for something I may not be good enough for? Was it worth it? Would I ever find the money?
Our last conversation was one that will stick with me, between me washing his shirt in the canteen at work and making cups of tea, he told me 'If being a vet is what you have always wanted to do, then you should go for it, you'll find the money somehow. It'll be worth it.'

I have a lot to thank you for Joseph Andrew Wilson, not just being my friend and being there for me through the hard times, but for your wise advice! I'm just sad I can't be there to say thank you for telling me that back then.

So last night was a bit of a morose one, just thinking about things and how fast time has gone. It seems a lifetime since that conversation, but it really has gone quickly. And look where I am now? At vet school, like he said... I found a way.


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