I haven't had that many pets in my time that I can remember. Our first family dog was called Bingo and he was a nice old fellow. Of course I was rather small at the time and the story goes that we used to cling on to him and we'd pull us around. Well at least that what my elder brother told me...I was young and gulliable then! Old Bingo went to Doggie heaven one fine day and we never had a dog who could replace him.
My mother, told me that my uncle had once brought a baby monkey for me as a pet. Of course I never even saw that one. Mum gave her brother a earful and so went my chances of having my own little monkey....that would have be so cool!!
One pet that I do remember very well was my parrot, his name was Bobby! We used to try to teach him how to talk and he was a bundle of fun for a youngster like me back then. I was like eight or nine then and had just lost my father to illness. I remember everyday after school I run to his little corner to play with him. I had so much fun. in fact the whole family enjoyed him.
One day though after school I found him motionless at the foot of his space. I couldn't believe it. I cried so much. My brother and sister were so nice that they got an old shoebox and put Bobby in there. Then we had a small procession in the garden and buried my little pet red parrot. In hind sigh we must have looked wierd but I still remember that day and it meant a lot to me to put Bobby in a nice final resting place.
After that we never really had any pets...we had fish and bird, budgies to be exact and bubbies too. We once had a grey bunny that we called Bugs and he was still a wee fellow...after work we'd take him and his sister, Blackie, out for a few minutes to have fun in the garden. One day, we went into our routine and all was well until our insurance guy came along. So left the bunnies outside for a moment near the budgie cage and went inside. All was well until we heard the budgies making a huge ruckus. Budgies a re pretty quiet bird but this time they were shreiking. We ran outside only to see a stray cat with little bugs in her mouth. He was still alive so I gave chase. Cats can move real fast when they want to and he bolted throught the garden and over the wall in a blink of an eye. We searched all over for hours but that was the last we saw of poor old bugs.
Okay all my stories seem to end with my little pets meeting their maker but thats why they are pets, right? Anyway, I have one more story of our arowanna fish that also met an untimely death but that was due to an accident and while w like that fish...he was almost two feet long he was just a fish.
Anyway, my new pet is actually a plant. Yes, folks you read right!! A plant....a venus flytrap to be exact. I've always been fascinated by this insect eating carnivorus oddity and I've finally got my hands on one. They are pretty rare and I've looked through countless plant shops but to no avail. So would you believe that I found it in Carefour hypermarket!! Of all the places. He's just a little baby right now and who knows if I feed him right and treat him well he migh grow into a giant tree that eats more than just mere little insects Muahahaha
