I was raised in the countryside where I lived with my parents. They had a factory, so I grew up with animals, which made me love them since I was little. I made a promise to my parents, that one day I would have become a veterinarian, that's why I moved to the city to start college. I paid my rent working as a veterinarian helper, so at the same time I could start getting used to it.

Finally, after years of sacrifices, working the night and studying during the day, I graduated as a veterinarian. I opened a studio in Monaco, with the help of my parents since it is a very expensive city. I was working there only for a few months and already had the reputation of being the sweetest and most caring with the animals, my reviews were sensational. I loved every single minute of my job there.

One time I was about to go home, and it was almost midnight, I stayed there late to fix some papers and to spend some more time with the animals. I heard a ring on the door of my studio, I opened it.

”I know it’s very late, but please, my dog ate something that gave him a stomachache, I have to leave in a few days and I don’t wanna leave if he’s feeling sick. What can I give him? I heard you’re the best of all Monaco, please just a second.” Logan Sargeant, F1 driver, was at the door with his dog in his arms, looking at me with begging eyes.