Here is a picture of my cats:
The calico is Lizzy, the other is Silas.
I had a beta fish when I was about two. He died in about two or three months. Then my family adopted Silas. We found him at an animal shelter, and brought him home along with another all black cat. My parents named them Silas and Paul. I was about two years old, and my brother was three. We let our cats stay outside in the day, and we brought them inside at night. I barely remember him, but Paul was a sweet cat. We waited a year or two before we got a South African Mastiff. I was about three, my brother four. A while after we got Titan, (he was from a breeder) we had let Pau and Silas out for the day. Silas came home as usual, but Paul never came back. We wanted a few years before we bought Lizzy from a friend. Then I begged my parents for a hamster. My dad hates rodents, but I talked him into it. After my first hamster died, I got a second. My second hamster died, and my mom was tired of them all dying and bought me a Cavalier King mix puppy. We got him when I was nine years old. Then, many years later, my African Mastiff died. When I wasn’t home. I didn’t find out until three days afterward. Oh, yeah, that just happened to be the year that my cousin had to put their puppy down, my neighbor had to have her beautiful dog put down, and it was the Chinese year of the dog. (That was This Year.)
So, yep, that’s my
pet Life. Brilliant, isn’t it. Here’s pictures of my dogs:
The red one is the Mastiff, his name is Titan. The tri-color is Baxter, he is a Cavalier King/Mini American Shepherd.
@Lila_Lightcraft, and anyone else who wanted to see my pets.