My first pet was only a temporary one. I was about 6 or 7 and my mum found a parrot one day (which seemed to be lost). She contacted the local RSPCA about him, but when no one came forward to pick him up, they said we could take him home. So, my mum had a cage built for him, big enough for me to climb in and sit comfortably inside it (with plenty more room). After a while, I was growing attached to him, which wasn't good, because we were soon contacted by the real owner. She came to our house to collect him. I was beginning to get upset, as she tried to explain that the parrot's mate was missing him terribly. I was only 6 or 7 and didn't understand anything, except that my very first pet was being taken away from me. In the end, I ran to my bedroom, crying. Now that I'm older, I can understand why he had to go back home and I know it was the right thing to do, letting him go. I did have some other pets afterwards, but they didn't all stay with me until they died. My next pets were two goldfish (one was actually black) and I named them "Blackie" and "Goldie", as I was still young and not exactly creative with choosing names just yet, and one day, I must've fed them too much (I could've kicked myself when I realised that they both died because of me). The one after that was a kitten, named Claude (don't ask, LOL). Unfortunately for me, my eldest sister was just about to give birth to my 2nd niece and (my sister, the paranoid) said to mum that we had to (permanently) get rid of the cat, for when she visits with the baby, because she read an article about a cat sitting on a baby's face and smothering them. So, we had to give Claude away, because my eldest sister would've screeched until she got her way. A number of weeks later, I saw Claude not far from the address we'd left him at. His collar was gone, he was covered in scratches, patches of his fur all gone and, worst of all, he was so skinny that you could see his ribcage. I tried to get to him, but he got scared and ran off (almost as though he thought I was going to attack him). I never saw Claude again after that. It took me a long time to be confident enough to get another pet, but eventually, I got two zebra-finches, naming the male Rudolph and the female Tweety. Things went along fine for a while and they seemed to enjoy "peep"-ing along to the music I played sometimes, as well as nibbling at the honey-sticks I bought from the pet shop. After a while, I was broken-hearted to find Tweety lying at the bottom of the cage, Rudolph sitting faithfully by her side. I carefully wrapped her in a napkin, placed her in a little box and put a white rose inside with her and buried her in our back garden, then had a bit of a cry by myself. While I was grieving for Tweety, my mum wanted to find Rudolph a new mate, because he seemed broken-hearted, too. So, she brought home another (female) finch, this time, completely snow-white. When I saw her, she reminded me of Hedwig, Harry Potter's owl (I was hooked on the Harry Potter series), so that's what I named her. Rudolph seemed delighted to meet his new mate and they both got on really well, playing games (chasing each other around their cage, mostly). After a while, though, my mum said we'd have to give them up; because she was getting arthritis in her hands and I was struggling with my schoolwork and exams. So, I gave them to a girl just a few houses down from us, who was really keen. After that, I only had the time to care for a goldfish, so I was allowed one, who I named Bubbles. He stayed with me until he died, which was a blessing of its own, because he was one of the only ones who I didn't have to give away. Someday, I hope to own another pet, though I have to wait until the time is right. I'd love a puppy of my own, but I might not be able to have one, so I'd easily settle for a kitten of my own; only this time, I won't be giving them away, even if my eldest sister was to turn into a fire-breathing dragon (though it's an insult to the dragon)! LOL. Sorry I trailed on quite a lot. Once I start typing, it would take a crowbar to get my fingers off the keyboard! xD
Comments
oh my lord, i think i'd be so happy that i'd pee myself if i found a puppy at home lol.
by Arajntos on December 10th, 2011
Thank to so much Mrs. Rosie, for a good answer and also for sharing
your golden memories. Have a Wonderful Weekend.
by Wildflower66 on December 10th, 2011