My family has gone through so many pets, you'd think of us as murderers. However, we are just very unlucky.
Over the years my family has taken care of several pets. First was a dog named Peanut, which I sadly report I mistreated. I was a bad little boy back then. He died in 1999. And on his last day, he allowed himself to be held by me. I'll never forget that.
Then we took care of several lizards that we caught in the wild. As of today, it is unlawful to do that where I live, unless you are given legal permission. They eventually died of old age, though at the time I hardly cared when something died. I must've been pretty cold-hearted back then.
Next were three parakeets. 2 male and one female. Sadly, the last of them died in 2003. I grew really attached to my little Tweety. :cry2
Along with the parakeets, we got two finches, one male, one female, who were, no pun intended, lovebirds. I'd say they went through 100 eggs total before dying out. Only one of which made it all the way through the birth process. Now just how bad of luck is that?
(And I confess that I murdered the male by drowning him in a sick little game of mine.)
We have also taken care of many fish overtime. The only one surviving now is a catfish. Can't say how long it'll last under our care. Though I hope it's for a while.
We also have a little turtle, which is named Digger. (Because he loves to dig in his water home.) :^.^:
And as of yesterday, I now own a dog named Pappi. He just really loves to play. I hope I treat him well. This is my second chance at taking good care of a dog, and I'm not going to lose it.
Yeah, alot of pets. :blink:
I'd dare say I hold a record
