I was going through a page and saw a quote: If you truly want to love, get yourself a pet. Their loyalty and genuine love to mankind are underrated.
Most of the of the time I did hear people whining about their lost pet or crying due to their death. I had a roommate who constantly sends greetings to her dog each time she calls. I thought she was maniac multiple times, cause why?
Fast forward to present my mom's cat. At first the cat was scared, probably because she got withdrawn from her mom without her consent or the new environment, but we were able to draw her in with their favorite treat.
At first I loathed going closer because of the rumors attached to them; they were known for being possessed or not being loyal to their families after they were all grown, and other brutal, untrue accusations.
After continuously ignoring her when she comes around, I grew fond of her slowly. Rubbing her head makes delightful, and she rolls over to show her appreciation. She’s so independent and aloof after eating; she cries or meows a lot when not fed. My mom hates the fact that she stretches after a long sleep like she worked all day; she’s so picky when to food; she hates baths and self-grooms her fur when she’s not sleeping; she plays with invincible creatures (toys and preys); her meow announces her presence.
During her puberty, we have noticed she groomed frequently, and each time she gave birth, her babies were sold out. The last time she delivered, we left the kittens for some time which made me fell enraptured. Their bright emerald eyes always had a way to draw you in; their little tail wiggled around when walking; they played among themselves so much; they felt protected in her presence and never got detached from her; and the way they gathered around her was the prettiest thing I saw in years. They were sold old, and each day I wonder the sadness that may go through at their early phase.
The dog in the picture reminds me of the innocence in the eyes of the kitten in the absence of their mom. She feels sad having to leave her old family for a new one. She misses the warmth, love, and comfort when they lay on their mother, the constant love fights from her siblings, the times food was served and the struggle for who consumed the largest portion, the times gathered around for naps. She sits there, recalling those moments. She has no idea if her new family would sit well with it, but the toy placed in front of her betokened hope, or if her mom abandoned her, or if her siblings were served, and the struggle for who consumed the largest portion, the times gathered around for naps. She sits there, recalling those moments. She has no idea if her new family would sit well with it, but the toy placed in front of her betokened hope, or if her mom abandoned her, or if her siblings were captured too. In the midst of all these mixed feelings, she promises to be her best behavior for her new family so she won’t lose them.
I wish she could know her mom loved her.
I wish she knew she was taken away forcefully and searched endlessly for her.
I wish she knew her mom barked at her owner every day asking about her.
I wish she could know she’s good enough and would be loved genuinely.
As much as we need pets, I feel we are cruel separating them from their mother.
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