I want to become a vet becouse I know everything about animals and I love animals!I am 10 years old and I have 27cats and 2dogs.The 2dogs are Marvin and Purl.I rather not name all the cats,i’ll just name 4.Banana and Smokey were borm first and then it was midnight(girl)and Roger.Those 4 live with me.The picture is of my soon to be dog CoCoa!
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Let me begin a week before my mom died (If only i had know then what I know now)
16 March 2008 – my Dads Birthday
As usual I went to my mom them on sundays, I live with my finance. So it was my dads birthday that day aswell, and i decided to go down to my mom a little bit earlier that what i usually do – which is weird for me as me and my mom was never that close but we had a bond as most mothers and daughters do.
Now she was not particulary happy with me “living” with my finance as we were not married yet…but still I went against her wishes and did what I wanted to.
Back to my dads birthday..I had such a nice time with them, just sitting in the lounge. chatting…and little did i know that when i left there that day….that, THAT would be the last time I saw, hugged and kissed my mom.
23 March 2008 – Easter Sunday
“we all agreed to meet that afternoon at my grans place”
08:30 – i get a call from a unknow number on my cellphone, i answer and there is a strange womans voice on the other side – she asks me to hold on for my dad….he says Megan i need you to come home urgently – your mom is ill – and me knowing that my mom is a healty woman, her only problem is that she is a smoker and she suffers from migraines – tells my dad to take her to the doctor and i will come around after lunch….his whole tone of his voice chances and he tells me that i should come home now and he ends the call.
At that moment, im trying to think what could possibly be the matter….so i wake up my finance and ask him to take me home.
As we approach the house, i see 2 police vans with there lights still on, there are so much cars by our house that we have to park further down the road….i walk into my moms house and I see my dad on the couch with police officers filling out a form…and he gets up, hugs me and proceeds to tell me the news….Megan your mom is dead…......
The only thing i could say was….”What?” “Why?” “What happened?”
And my dad tells me he found her in the bed that morning, and she was already gone…
At the young age of 49, my mommy, a healty, active woman died of a heart attack in her sleep.
12 April 2008
Here i am trying to pick up the pieces of our broken family…my eldest sister who was very close with my mom, is still grieving….where as me…..I feel like i havent even broken down yet, yes i have cried, but im so tired of crying and feeling depressed = that i am feeling guilty for not crying
Does any of this make sense?
I adore animals and really want to help them.
I am well aware that I will not be playing with ‘fluffy cute rabbits’ the whole time…that’s obvious!!!
I’m about to do my GCSES this summer and to get in to do veterinary mewdicine, you have to get 8A*...
havent started revising yet as the school just keeps piling work on top of us…I should be working now but i Need a break…
you see, I’m at one of thos really competitive school where people get tutoring just to get in…
gosh knows how i got in…i went to a comp which was a really terrible school…they were going to move me up a year though but then my mum decided to try and send me to my current school and before the exam, she made me do2 test papers…they were easy and i got in XD
but anyway…all i need now are the grades…]
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