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When I was a kid, I always wanted a pet. Well, we always had fish in the house, my dad seems to like taking care of them (well, all you really have to do is feed them and clean the tank). I, on the other hand, wanted a pet that you can hold and play with. None of this fish business. (Okay, there were also those times we had a bird, but they're sad stories so I won't go into them here.) I've had friends (when I was younger) who've owned hamsters, gerbils, rabbits, and other rodents. As I grew older, I met people who owned cats, dogs, and other larger pets. I had fun playing around with these creatures whenever I visited, and I always wondered (silently) why we never had one in our house. I figured that once I move out, I'd get myself a cat. But recently, I've been rethinking that proposition. I've never really considered how much effort is required to take care and train a pet. (I especially didn't consider what my reaction would be like if I had lost that pet suddenly.) I didn't usually consider the responsibilities of being an owner, and I've slowly realized that I don't want a pet. I want a companion, and I don't want a dog. But having a companion requires just as much responsibility as a pet (if not more).
Am I ready for that?
