Since I was a little girl there was nothing in this world I loved more than a fuzzy creature to snuggle. The variety of creatures around my grandmother’s east Texas farm could range from a possum to a horse and everything in between. It felt absolutely magical if I were so fortunate as to come across baby kittens, bunnies or even an injured bird. Anything to love and care for was a gift. Most of my family and friends thought surely I would become a vet, which seemed natural, but as I grew older and spent some time at the vet clinic of a good friend’s dad, I realized it wasn’t all fun. Some animals could be dangerous and they didn’t all want to be loved on.