Your profession was easy but very important in the daily lives of many New Yorkers. You were a veterinary. You did your job well, you earned good money for keeping pets healthy and sometimes you provided shelter for homeless animals.

It was a normal day at work, clients would show up at your office with their cute pets. When you had finished treating one of them, a new client appeared a few minutes later, a man wearing a white T-shirt, jeans and a brown leather jacket. with a stoic look on his face. He had his dog on a leash, a bulldog friendly enough for your naked eye.

"I've come to have my dog checked out. Lately he has been getting something on his nose. As if he were ill" says the owner, being concise with his simple visit.