Memories With My Pets
In this modern society, pets fill up people's lonely heart with love and care. I had my own pets twice in my life. I only had two pets due to our family's health problem As I was younger, I suffered from asthma and my brother had a serious allergy to all kinds of objects such as pollen, fur, dust and sun. My parents wouldn't let us raise pets, considering that we would be exposed to furs and fleas which might worsen our condition. However, it's every child's wish to own a pet. Thus I was a little lonely since my brother was a teenage boy when I was five years old. So, my parents allowed pets that would not hinder the sanitary environment. It is heartbreaking that all the pets I desired for faced a tragic death.
My first pet was a tadpole. I bought it in a nearby pet ship with my allowance. The creature was small in size but huge enough to fulfill my monotonous daily life with vivacious experiences and lessons. The tadpole was initially just a tadpole but as time passed, it grew two legs, two more legs, and a long tail which almost resembled a mature frog. Watching its growth astonished me and helped me understood the nature of life. Raising one life by myself was meaningful and gave rich experience to me. However, happiness did not ever last because I accidentally flushed my tadpole away into a drain when I was playing with it. Death of something I loved was a real tragedy.
The next and the final pet I had was a rabbit. I raised a rabbit in the terrace. Rabbit had big ears, deep blue eyes, and vivid, cotton like fur. I gave all my care and love as if I treated my own sibling. The rabbit served not only as a friend, but it was something I truly cared for without any expectations or compensations. Also, I could gain good qualities such as responsibility by feeding and cleaning it. I believed that I could maintain happy memories with my pet forever. However, the rabbit also encountered a tragic death. I wonder whether innocence or excessive love killed the rabbit. There was abundant clovers growing int he park. Clover means 'Rabbit grass' when interpreted in Korean, so I though it would be the best food source for my pet. As a result, I picked up all the clovers and fed my rabbit. The next day, it suffered diarrhea and later died.
All the things I truly desired became reality. However, all my wishes left some flaws and tragedy. Memories with my pets are not that pleasant personally. It made wounds in my youth. Despite the tragic incidents, the short memories are valuable since I learned a lot and had distinct experiences.
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