Since I
grew up living in an apartment, I didn’t have pets until I was ten years old. And
the first pets I had were two fish, inside an aquarium that I thought was
beautiful. Unfortunately, my brother changed their water one day, as the
aquarium had been soiled enough, and inadvertently used very hot water and died
instantly. From that moment on, I had no more pets, so you could say that the
fish were my favorite while they lived.
What I
didn’t expect was that three years ago, my parents came in with a little bitch
who had abandoned her former owners, and they took her home. It took me quite a
while to get used to having dogs at home (now there are two more), but
apparently they are already part of the family, and since I do not stay there
much, I do not complicate so much. Finally, I still wish I had pet fish, but
that's life.
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