Yeah, my cat Grant was awesome. We got him when I was seven. He was the runt of the litter, so small he could curl up and sleep in the palm of my mother's hand. We actually got him with his brother, Lee, who died two years later from a seizure. My father named them Grant and Lee after the Civil War generals lol. He was great, though. He was kind of like a sage or something, and I was always his favorite. He was fine when I was home for spring break, trying to take walks with me and the dog and everything, but he had cancer and went downhill pretty rapidly after that. He went from fine to having to be put down in a span of less than two weeks. I am glad I wasn't home to see that.
I miss him, though.
Now we just have one cat and a dog. The cat's name is Pappitedo... My parents got her for me as a kitten when I was thirteen. She's sort of psycho, but tolerable. The dog is Jericho. I got him for my fifteenth birthday from the SPCA after begging for a dog every couple months for four years. He's basically the best dog in the world.
And my brother's hamster Rax, which he's had for about a year and a half now... I will be legitimately sad when he dies lol. Hopefully he stays around a couple more years. Hamsters are only supposed to live about two years, but I had one that lived to be four when I was a kid; I cried a lot when he died, which is actually hilarious in retrospect. Aaaand the goldfish, but they're just fish. They don't do anything.
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