Growing up, pets were never an amusing aspect of domestic life. Neighbors and family friends would always incorporate their pets in conversation at social gatherings, and would always ask me if I ever wanted to have one. Needless to say, my response always expressed indifference. Just hearing some of the stories of disaster, or extreme need for attention seemed to completely suppress any desire for animal companionship in me.
However, my family's constant moving never truly allowed for us to have a little animal companion for a reasonable period of time. We tried to host 3 different puppies, but they all appeared to find their fates away from our home, sometimes with different families.
It wasn't until I was a preteen, that I started to notice and appreciate the cool nature of cats. They always seemed introverted, full of insight and mystery, but unwilling to share any of this intriguing vibe. Aside from this perceived pretentiousness, cats weren't very common within my parents' social circle, much less mine. This lack of exposure always drove my interest in them, only enhanced by the very much unfounded contrarian nature of a 12 year old that decided dogs were "too overrated."
Things would change in the last few years, however, as meeting some of my friends' little companions would redefine some of my thoughts.
This little baby's name is Happy, and she is my friend's dog. She is the complete embodiment of her name, always showing her friendliest side to anyone she encounters. One of the most incredible, notion-shifting things that had an impact on me, was her relationship with her owner. They have been an important part of each others' lives for over 10 years now, and their relationship is a complete reflection of mutual affection to the highest degree. Happy is also the most playful dog I have ever met, she is always willing to show you her fondness of you by licking your nose and following you around. Moreover, her ability to pursue food is remarkable, with tostadas being one of her human favorites.
After my persistent fascination with cats during my teenage years, I finally decided to adopt one last year. His name is Daemon, and he has taught me many lessons, with responsibility being at the top of the list. Cleaning after him, feeding him, and playing with him are all activities I thoroughly enjoy, and do not see as chores.
The adoption procedure also allowed me to take him in at a very young age, making his first new experiences a different way to relive them for me. This process of mutual growth helped me reassess my thoughts on companionship, and has made me appreciate and understand other people who love their pets.
