Picture below was Mocca, a german shepperd-mix male puppy I used to have. He was a year old when I took this picture. His teeth were starting to grow up and ended up put my mom's botanical garden in ruins, LOL. So mom decided to let him go to a relative. At the following month, mom told me Mocca had gone forever due to an accident.
Believe it or not, I kinda hated my relative (the one who took my puppy) soon after. I couldn't accept the fact that he failed his own words to take care of my cute little dog.
Anyway I'm over it by now. And seriously consider to have another pet in the house. FYI I already have 2 turtles and 9 gold fish. Aha!
However as I predicted long long time ago, mom said NO. And no compromise, she has clearly stated. *sob*
Later on, after my addiction to this TV show, I've been thinking to add a fat orange tabby cat into the family. A cat won't make a lot of noises like dog barks, I suggest. Mom does mind about the idea hence I'll still try to persuade her.
Meanwhile a close friend of mine reminds me that to have another pet, either cat or dog, I should devote more time to take care of them and play with them. And yet I have to be able to accept the fact that the pet will die eventually. Can I?
Gosh I hate if he always get points right!