My family always had dogs as pets. I remember back in the Philippines, we had Thalia, the very friendly one, she escaped from home, because of my cousin that was living with us, and she was never been found. I was really sad. And then we had Tootsie, the hostile one. Their living environment was different from each other thus their personality. Thalia was our guard in the front and could come inside, and Tootsie in the back and never really got inside, until Thalia got away, so we put him in the front. He was a good guard dog.
I remember we even had love birds, which I forgot as an adult until my sister mentioned it again. I remember somebody stole them. Sigh. I don’t know where they were at, but we had a 2nd floor, and I don’t know if we left them on the first or second floor. So sad. Don’t you hate that feeling when something is stolen from you or something you’ve always been fond of disappears? It is such a terrible feeling.. that feeling of loss.. and regret, especially as a child.
Then I also remember we had chicks too and we put them in an empty aquarium glass box. I don’t know why we put them in there and I don’t know what happened to them. We lived in the city so maybe that was part of the reason why we didn’t keep them for long.
I don’t know if that says much about me liking animals, but I do. I think we, humans, took over their lands and now most of them are imprisoned or have lost their habitats because of our curiousity and greediness. I feel bad for the animals who are in bad situations because of us, humans. I hate seeing those commercials about neglected or abused animals. I change the channel right away. I can’t stand them. I get too sad.
I am going to sign up to an online class for veterinary assistant. It is just to see whether I really want to be in the veterinary field or not. I will get certificate of completion after I pass each class. I hope “this is really is it!”