since I was a child, I lived caring for animals of various species, as I was not very sociable with people. I grew up loving animals, caring for them, and crying whenever one of them died or was adopted because it was mostly street. one day, I bought a chicken and felt her best friend because she trusted me, she let me carry her anywhere, but it died after a year and a few months because of some virus. so I was very sad and I spent several days crying a lot. people who knew me said I should not suffer so much, that this is not normal because it was a chicken, was not a person. today I'm afraid to have another pet. I am determined to make more human friends. I do not know if what they say is true: I do not know the right way to love animals. but I like animals very much and I feel a little empty without them. I also do not want to suffer as I suffered through the death of my chicken again. I do not know what to think (and do not know what to feel).