Last night I got my dog Jax back from the Humane Society. I can't believe it cost $175 dollars to get MY dog back that shouldn't have been given to them anyways. At least now she's fixed and microchipped. Now we have three dogs, two cats, and two ferrets.
My biggest dogs name is Finn, after FN-2187 from Stars Wars. Then we have Miley, named after Miley Cyrus, who I've had since I was in elementary school. Jax was a Christmas present for my sister Caiti.
I tried telling my mom she shouldn't get her a dog because they wouldn't be able to handle it and the dog deserves better than that, but she got her one anyways. I was even more upset that she bought Caiti a purebred Pomsky instead of rescuing a dog from the shelter. But now that I've grown to love Jax (Like from Fight Club, when Tyler says "I am Jack's ____") I can't imagine having another dog. She's kind of ridiculous, she jumps a LOT but for a while she was too scared to jump up on the couch because she's so small. I love her eyes, one is light blue and one is so dark brown that it blends in with her pupil.
My cat Wrigley (named after Wrigley Field) my dad got for companionship after he and my mom divorced, back when I was still living with her. It made me think about how in 7th grade I could've used a cat, I think it would've really helped me with my depression and loneliness. Wrigley is kind of a badass. She's definitely the most dominant animal in the house. She even made Finn scared of her. She's also really cuddly, but sometimes while we're cuddling she decides she's gonna scratch me. I love her for it.
My most recent cat is named Moo, because her fur looks like a cow. I was already afraid of getting another new animal because we had so many already, but she's lovely. She's suuuuper cuddly and craves attention and honestly?? I relate. My dad is trying to get her registered to be my service cat so I can take her when I leave for college. God, I love her so much. For a while we thought she was a boy but it turns out we were wrong. Even if she was, who cares? Cats have no perception of human made pronouns and gender.
My two ferrets are named Ferretstein and Stormy. Caiti is adamant that Ferretstein's name is Phil, but that's such a dumb name for a ferret I refuse to acknowledge it. Ferretstein is kind of a chunk and he's brown. Stormy is white like a stormtrooper (per her name) and really small. Before Stormy we had another ferret named Draco [Like when Mad Eye Moody (Okay well it was Barty Crouch Jr. using a Polyjuice Potion, but everyone thought he was Moody) turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret for punishment before McGonagall saw and got mad] but something happened and she got really sick. She couldn't move her back two legs, and she wasn't able to poop right, so I had to clean her. It was heartbreaking. She laid in my pocket for hours on one of her lasts nights, which is so sad because she was normally very energetic. My dad took her to the vet and came back without her, he texted me and said they had to put her down. I cried for days; I didn't even get to say goodbye. She's still my home screen on my phone, even though it's been over a year. I feel really guilty about not paying more attention to her, maybe we could have caught it earlier.
My dad just got Ferretstein and Stormy a new cage that has like five levels to it, it's the sickest thing ever. They really like it because it's a lot more room than their last cage, and their activity level has gone way up.
I think it's interesting how when my parents were still together it was incredibly difficult to convince them to get a pet. Now that they're divorced I definitely see who the main reason behind that was. It's crazy to see the amount of love my dad has to share with animals, I think it says a lot about him.
More than anything, I think it's good for me to have so much life around. All of my pets have their own personalities and moods and quirks that make them who they are. I love all of them. I wonder how they view each other.
