The thing with my dog is that I may have picked him out of the litter when i was like 1, but when i was nine we got another house and he had to stay with my nan. He died when I was 16. It was sad and all; cause tears… But not as bad as my cousin’s dog. When he pbumed away (17) the other dog dug under the fence and ran the streets looking for him. She’s got really bad nerves and such now. got all stressed from it and chewed up the stairs in my aunties new house. Not good

I had birds. Twice. Both budgies. Got one, it died of a fungle infection. Got a second as a replacement, it learnt to open it’s cage door and got eaten by a feral cat. >_> They both lasted about a week each.