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I think pets are a valuable asset to kids, especially with CEN. It gives them a friend, unconditional love, and a reason to love. Did you have a special pet when you were growing up?
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Yes my dog Gidget and my cat Raindrop.
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Yes I had quite a few pets over the years as a kid. My first family dog was a tan curly haired poodle, named Muffin. He used to love to play ball with me and my sister - we would roll it between us on the floor and he would run back and forth trying to get it..or we would lay on our belly on the floor, with our hands under our head and pretend to cry - he would come and lick us all over the face trying to make us feel better. We also had a cat named Snuggles. I remember when she got pregnant, we were out grocery shopping and Snuggles decided to eat all the chocolate frosting off my sister's birthday cake. My mom and Dad were so mad! Larer, when Dad remarried - my step mom had cats named Munchichi, Princess Kiera, Sierra, Maximillian (he was a Maine Coon and huge). She also had an English Setter named Jessie. Munchichi used to love to play with those things that secure the milk carton jug, it was cute watching her bop it around. She was a calico. Princess Kierra would just laze around waiting on someone to pet her. She was an orange Persian. Sierra was cute because she refused to drink water out of the water dish. You had to turn the water in the bathroom sink on for her at a very light stream. She would stand there mepwing til you did. Maximillian was a tannish Maine Coon and would sit on the window sill making a noise like he was having a hard time saying "aaaah" everytime he saw a bird. Jessie was a black and white English Setter and acted as a mother to both us kids and all the cats. I also got a black cat I named Cricket because he liked to jump high, but he got out one day and ran away. I have had many others since then but those were the ones I had as a kid. |
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Yes I had pets when I was a kid. We had quite a few dogs. The one that sticks in my head is a dog we had called rex, I loved him so much and I remember crying for such a long time when he died. Even now as an adult I still love to have a pet.
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I had a cocker spaniel named Indiana. I loved him so much. We were inseparable, until I had to go to bed. Our landlord didn't allow dogs so my dog lived in my father's factory. One day my father for whatever reason opened the door and kicked him out.
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I'm so sorry, that must have been heart breaking.
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It was. I think it was my first mental breakdown.
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Lactimal 175 mg Pristiq 100 mg Gabapentin 1800 mg Klonopin 1mg. Major depression Social anxiety disorder |
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we never really had pets (I mean my mother wasn't really a fan of animals, and wanted to keep them out the house)
somewhere along the line, she agreed to get some goldfish. I think the story went that she was given a tank, and it just sat their empty for weeks, until she eventually is like.. well, let's put some fish in it I wasn't close to the fish though. they were kept at the other end of the house I do remember when my sister was born, my mom braught her some mice- 2 mice, harvey and zack I don't remember too much about the mice and their time with us, but I do remember my sister trapping the tail of 1 of them in the door (by accident), and insisting that our mom buried them near the seaside. she was devistated when they died I longed (still long) for a fluffy rabbit, or a cat of my own- maybe a puppy sad truth is, I just can't look after 1 at the moment. maybe 1 day |
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Pet's bring so much to our lives but it does so deeply cut when they leave. I lost my cat this past Oct . just a week before the anniversary of Dad's death. That cat and I connected so much, it still hurts to the core and I still cry talking about it.
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I always wanted to go the rescue roote, anyway before I got too ill, I wanted to be a vet (among other things), I just can't stand animals suffering the comercials on tv are enough to want to make you burst in to tears |
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It reminds me of the "Feed The Children" with Sally Fields programs that were on tv in the 80s. I actually get angry when I see those commercials bc I find them manipulative. They play them knowing they are triggering to people, in the hopes they can gain money from mass amounts of triggered people - and sadly - it works. Manipulating people's emotions like that. (whether you know them or not) for your own personal gain (company gain in this case) in any way is simply abusive, and it angers me it is allowed to happen amongst "charities ". If people sincerely want to give to a charity they will do so without being guilted into it. That is the same for the John's Hopkins commercials and any other charity that uses guilt manipulation to get donations. It's a form of manipulation at it's lowest and brainwashing at it's worst. It's just plain wrong. Sorry to get off subject and for the rant, but I needed to make that point.
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Same here
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Yes, I had a very special dog named Bessie. I grew up with her. She was my constant companion. I had her from age six months to ten years. A lot of fond memories.
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