I agree.
My pets, no matter what, are my family. I treat them and love them as such. I don't care how long i've had them. To me, they will always be a part of my life. I've never forgotten any of my past pets, and I never will.
I've had 13 green singer finches since I was 5. I remember every single on of their names. They don't live long, but ever since I could remember, I would wake up to them singing every morning, and they would call to me when they needed feeding. Even though they were not 'tamed' birds, I made a connection with all of them. I can't imagine calling anywhere home without the song of these beautiful little birds. I have 4 of them now, a pair of parents and their two babies. I bred and raised them myself, and now the babies are completely tame, and follow us around the house and they sing to music with me.
This is
Twitch and Sunny.
I have my precious baby,
Coco. She's my 12 year old Border collie/german shepard/chocolate lab mix. I love her to bits. I've had her since I was 8. She's such a sweetheart, and a goofy girl. She loves play fighting, even at her age now. She's so energetic, and such a princess. We spoil her, haha.
My dad never wanted a dog, but he promised me I could get one if I got good grades in school.
When my mom told me that her friend was GIVING away puppies, I was SO excited.
I went to go check them out. Out of the entire litter of black puppies, I saw one tiny brown one, with little baige socks and "eyebrows". I knew she was the one.
She was so fluffy and warm. I held her and kissed her head for hours.
She's getting older now, and I don't know what I'll do when the day comes where she does pass... I can't imagine my life without her. She's been with me through everything. Like a best friend, or a sister.
Before Coco came along, when I was 6 I had a hound/collie/lab mix named
Belle. We got her from the shelter. She was an outdoor dog. we built her a shelter in the yard, and no matter what we did, she always got out. After a few months, she got out one last time. We found her in the morning on the front lawn under our tree in the pouring rain with a broken leg and jaw. She was bleeding. She was hit by a truck and limped all the way back home. When my dad brought her to the vet to get her put to sleep, it was the very first and only time i've ever seen my father cry.
We buried her in my baby blanket. <3
Around the same time we had Belle, I also had a cat named
Coucci. A small grey tabby. We got him from a local farmer, and had him for a good 2 years. He wasn't a very social cat, but then, he was very entertaining. My dad made the mistake of leaving the porch door open, and he got away. 3 days later, we found him under the deck and tried to get to him, but he ran off again, and we never saw him after that. It made me so sad. Not knowing where he was. But knowing he couldn't have made it far for too long. My area is known for being surrounded by coyotes and wolves.
And then there's my new cat,
Nikki. When my parents divorced 5 years ago, my brother and I were very depressed. My mom took us to see some kittens from a lady down the street. The kittens had been abandoned by the mother and were only 5 weeks old. The lady took care of them as best she can, but she was having a hard time. I spotted a little grey tabby tumbling around with his brother and I thought it was the cutest thing. He was so vocal too.
We took him home.
Now he's fat and happy, and we never thought he'd get so big. not really fat but just a big cat!
Edited by Fox-And-Flower, 12 August 2012 - 06:52 AM.