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I’ve always had pets, like the dozens of koi fish in the pond of my garden, or the cute little goldfish in the tank on my porch. When I was about four years old, I remember having two tiny little turtles as pets. One for me, and one for my little sister. I’d named it something stupid, a color, I think. Which was silly because turtles are green, not whatever I named it. I also had two incredibly fluffy, white rabbits. Again, one for me, and one for my sister. It was practically impossible for us to share. One of the rabbits was a fat, lazy bunny, while the other was small and energetic. I cant remember which one was mine, but I do remember that a stray cat had snuck in through my front gate and ate one of the rabbits (I didnt actually see this happen, of course, but I believe it nontheless). The other rabbit apparently ran away. A few years after that, maybe when I was eight, I purchased a box of brightly dyed chicks. I was young, and didnt realize how stupid it was to buy a bunch of baby chicken off of a street vendor, but the colors had hypnotized me and I wanted them. Of course, my mom freaked out when I got to the car. The chicks were then given away to who knows where. The first time I had a cat as a pet was when a few kittens were left under the rambutan tree in my backyard. My mother and I rescued these poor kittens, and I even fed them milk. The next day, they were taken to an animal shelter, to be cared for properly. Then, when I was around 11, I begged and begged for a cat. I was finally given the cutest, black and white persian kitten I had ever seen in my entire life. I named him Max and absolutely loved him. To be honest, though, I did struggle in taking proper care in Maxy. I simply left everything to be done by the maids. When we left for vacation that summer, Max was given away to a dear friend of my mom’s, and he’s been with them ever since. I now realize that I wasn’t ready for a pet, and that I shouldnt have asked for Max in the first place. I know that Max wont be the last pet I have, and I look forward to someday having a dog.