So I’ve not got a pet now but I grew up with a gold retriever. Many of my earliest memories were with her. Being the only child, she was my best companion over the years. I used to, genuinely, talk to her for hours and hours until my parents come around worrying that I might be crazy.
She died when I was 9 with long-term kidney conditions. I remembered the day when I came back from school, and, for the first time ever, she did not stand up, lick me or follow me around. She just stared at me, as if she’d been doing this since the start of time. I went to my parents, and they said they were going to take her to the vet. By the time they were leaving, my grandma asked “Aren’t you seeing her off for the last time?” I realised, only then, what they were taking her to the vet for. I ran to the door only to watch them drove away. It was very time ago now, but the fam still felt guilty for not having taken care of her well and we’ve never had another pet ever since.
I’ve always thought, one of the best thing about having a pet is the feeling of always being trusted by them, in the simplest sense(perhaps biased from a dog-person’s perspective). I guess the same applies to, being trusted by people, but somehow the latter comes not as easy, or that we simply tend to negate that possibility.
We have weird minds. I miss that feeling.
