Wow, Stacy, talk about trauma. I'm glad that you care for your pets well - that's important. Seems like you could write a book even.
I had the opposite problem - my dad is a veteranarian, so he would always want to have some sort of animal in the house. One time, we had a crow in a cage in the basement. Another time, he told my mom that my sister wanted mice for her birthday - yeah, he wanted the mice. Another time, he told my mom that we wanted fish. So we got a bubble gum machine fish tank and had several goldfish in it. The fish got pretty big, but they all kind of jumped out of the tank.
We've always had a cat or two, and we even tried our hands at a dog once. The dog lasted about a week. Apparently he had some sort of parasite in his brain that caused him to go mental, so my dad put him to sleep.
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