I'm not one for pets. Not fish, dogs, horses, reptiles, and especially not cats.That being said, I have quite the pet history which I do believe has influenced me greatly in my relationship with pets. Shall we begin?
Buffer was the cutest little dog you have ever seen. Picture lady from lady in the tramp (also my favorite movie at the time). We were "watching" buffer for a few years since buffers owner was living in an apartment and wasn't allowed to have dogs. Buffer captured my young 4 year old heart quick. We played in the snow together, we rolled in the grass. She was a sweet perfect little thing. Then one day, it was time for her to go back to her real owner. It was almost more than I could bare but back she went. Moving a couple towns over (15 miles away). A few weeks later, Buffer showed up at our door and melted my heart all over again. Believe it or not but this sweet dog ran away from home and found us, found me. The nasty mean owner came back to claim his dog once more and my mending heart was shattered once more. I officially lost a chunk of my heart the day my parents told me Buffer ran away again and tried to find us but was lost forever.
Fred and Wilma:
The cutest orange and white fish you ever did see. Living in the typical fish bowl, they did the typical thing that gold fish do.... die.
Snow White was a beautiful white rabbit with fur so soft you could wear it around your neck. She also had these piercing RED eyes. RED. If they weren't so damn captivating I would say they were downright freaky.
She was a good little rabbit until one day she did what rabbits do... make rabbit babies. Plump with little ones I checked on her everyday to see if she had birthed the little beauties yet, until one day... she had. And after birthing them she promptly ate them. Not much was left except bits of blood and flesh and one little baby still alive with a gash out of its back. We buried the poor sweet thing. Not long after, Snow White ran away... or so my parent told me. And you know what? I didn't miss that ravaging little rabbit one bit.
Taylor, For-Nat, Sherwin, Blackee, Stewart:
A horse is a horse of course of course. And a wild horse is another thing all itself. My dad grew up with horses and inherited a few (Taylor, For-Nat). They were good little horses but they had a mind of their own. These Arabians could be handled only by my dad and would listen to no one else. Especially not little 7 year olds (my brother the year he got bucked off) or 11 year olds (my sister the year she and her friend were bucked off). Our horse herd grew with the years and we (my brothers) were tasked with the burden of taking care of the beasts. And my father was tasked with the burden of getting us all to love these wild animals that he trained himself. Needless to say none of us children love horses and if I had been bucked off like the rest of my siblings I might down right hate them. The day I turned my back on the horses for good was the day my father had to shoot his horse of 20+ years as it was sick and dying. It's like a sad movie and sad country song rolled into one, and frankly, more emotion than a girl could handle.
Evee 1 and Evee 2:
Evee 1 was our beautiful black lab. I never got too attached because of for-mentioned experiences and because I was away at college for a lot of her life, but none the less she was a good dog. One day sweet Evee got knocked up and a few months later gave birth to a beautiful litter. Not one week later our sweet Evee got hit on the road and died. The family spent weeks nursing the puppies day and night until they were old enough for a new home. Except for Evee 2 of course. We kept her.
Evee 2 lived a great life. She was a little bit more wild than her mother but my brothers loved to play with her and take her on adventures. Then one day my two teenage brothers came home to Evee dead on the side of the road... and they cried. And I cried because it broke my heart to see them so torn up. And Evee took a little part of me that day.
In conclusion, my pet heart has nothing left to give. There is enough of a sliver there to see a cute baby animal and say "oh how sweet" but not enough to reach out and touch it. Not now. Perhaps never.