t all started in a hospital. A little girl rushed in through the doors. Carrying a dying dog. The dog had been disemboweled. Its ribs were crushed to dust. The little girl had ran to the hospital in desperation. There were no veterinary clinics nearby. Onlookers stared at the girl holding the dying dog. Her wails echoed through the ER waiting room.
In front of the little girl was a young woman. A medical student. About the age of 20. She looked at the little girl. Sobbing, crying, pleading for help.
The young woman watched as her colleagues approached the little girl. Telling her that they couldn't treat the dog. Telling her that there was nothing they could do.
The girl was devastated. Was there nothing she could do for the dog? How could she just let the dog die.
"Please." She begged. "Fluffy is the only one I have left . "
Fluffy. The young woman thought. That must be the name of the dog.
The little girl was just about to walk away in defeat.
"Wait!" The young woman's voice cut through the room. She couldn't bear seeing this child in such distress. There must be something she could do. "I will treat the dog."
The little girl's face lit up. The feeling of hope flooded her body. The young woman walked up to the little girl and gently picked the dog up from the little girl's arms.
"I'll do what I can"