My buddies & I
When I got my first animal baby, I was at a bad place in life and my aunt thought a kitten would help. He was my reason to wake up early every morning, my reason to clean on time, and to do basic tasks because he thought he was human too. I was unable to sleep for the first few days because I had irrational fears that something might happen to him. I had set up his bed next to mine and kept my arm hanging off my bed onto his. He knew what I needed when I needed it. We had play time every morning after breakfast where we would go out to the yard and play hide and seek. He kept me distracted long enough for me to feel okay.
One year into our journey we had a new baby join us, she only stayed a short while. Joy was scared of her. The concept of predator and prey was not something he had known; he didn’t grasp the hierarchy. They never fought but kept their distance, yet had a sweet sibling relationship. She showed major middle-child behaviors. One day I walked into Joy and my bird cuddling. It was astounding! Spent 30 minutes lounging together. I regret not capturing it in a picture but I am greatly proud for being present in that moment as those were her last moments with us. She passed away. She taught me that love can be portrayed in more than one way, an angel who crossed my path to teach me that.
The emptiness got to us; A new chapter was waiting ahead. I was not planning on getting any more until I walked into a pet shop and got hit with déjà vu. Joy with his little baby teeth, took a big nibble from
my hand. I knew at that moment; I was taking Joy home. Returning to the second pet shop, this was when I met Koco. He was the odd one out, stood out, and was special. I took him home after consulting my cousin who was staying with me at the time. We took him in together. Joy and Koco got along well. Koco had the energy of a bull. Joy was calm and wise, and Koco was the stereotypical youngest. The little one cried as much as he made havoc. We got to stay together and be one big happy for just a couple months and I had to move back home, I was not able to bring my babies together with me. It was my biggest heartbreak. They moved to a mutual friend's place and it wasn’t too good. Joy ran away and I never forgave myself even though I did the best I could.
Years have passed and I was unable to adopt until just six days ago, I adopted a hamster and she is taking up all my time. She has both her brothers’ colors on her, I know they would be proud right now. A young and impulsive girl who learned of love and heartbreak. No matter how well you can take care of them, never rush into this. It only breaks you and your fur babies’ hearts. I’ll keep you guys posted on this topic depending on how you like real talks.
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Lassu
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