♠ Pets

My sis was writing an article on a pet rabbit's babies.

When I read her post, the part bout the milky scent of the freshborn even when it died brings back memories; I remember the smell, it was innocence to me.

I remember another pet, didnt die, but I had to give it away personally.

I pitied that we were unable to provide the best for it; letting it stay at home all day until we arrived home and bringing it for it's much deserved walk-of-pee and dinner. And being angry at it for peeing in the house yet it's not it's fault cos if I'd been locked in the house whole day, I wouldnt be able to hold it in either. Both me and my sis were working that time, and the other owner kinda left irresponsibly.

If I'd blame, I'd blame it on naivety, ignorance and underextimation of the commitment required and unthought consequence when it was first brought home. It didnt even belonged to me in the first place, yet I walked it's evening walk most of the time.

We kinda stick it out for a couple of weeks before deciding to send it to the petshop, which my sister cowardly left me to do it. I'm more scared of it getting kidney infection.

The dog kinda grew on me, I tried holding back but it was tough, which happens if one gets familiarized with it every afternoon and evening and knows where it liked to pee best and how the dog followed me everywhere; silently and loyally. A dog truly is man's best friend; it's courageously loyal and unconditionally loving regardless of how it was treated. They seemed to forget easily.

I brought it for what would seem to it to be an innocent ride in the car; it's a dog, what do you expect.

Then when I arrived at the pet shop, I asked the shop owner if they helped to look for owners for pets and let my instinct tells me if they are good people or not.

Then when I brought it in, the dog got tensed as if knowing.

When I left, it was looking at me; trembling. I'd never forget how I felt that day.

It wasnt as easy as I'd thought it was; bring it in, check back on it couple of days. I was halfway home then I had to find a quiet spot to cry. Even if it'd found a better owner, I couldnt justify my action; abandonment is abandonment. I vowed never to take in another pet until I know for sure I'm able to be a good owner and companion.

A pet is not a plaything; it's commitment. We must walk it, feed it on time, talk to it, pat it..understand that it has feelings even if we do not speak the same language, and that we are responsible for its' wellfare. It's ironic that I say that cos some human beings dont even do that to their own family members, but treat their pets/strangers better..which I'm sure for a good reason, but reasons fade with time, then absurdity settles in, then pride..then it's a whole different ball game! I diversed.

Anyway, a pet is not a toy cos if it's forgotten, it will die or get lost or get into accidents..either way, it is always bad.