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Don't get attached. Don't eat attached. Don't get attached.

That's what the girl told herself. As she sat at her desk, trying to complete work, the families new puppy was whining at her door. She'd cursed herself many times for falling for the cute puppies tricks. She was already getting attached. But she reminded herself not to. For getting attached only meant heart ache in the end. Just like every other time. Every animal her family owned, always ended up somewhere else. Heaven, the streets, stolen, sold or runaway. The last animal they had was a male kitty-the colour of smoke. She decided to let herself get attached to him. But that was a bad decision. One day the kitty had disappeared and was no where to be seen. Months later and still nothing. It hurt the girl to walk past a certain place in her house that he would usually be there. She burst into tears almost every time. So, when her mum said they were getting another puppy, she wasn't too excited. Just another animal that'll eventually leave when her mum gets bored and annoyed at it.

Eventually, as the girl continued on with work, the puppy left the door. She felt sick. Not actually sick, but a deep guilt in her stomach that twisted and twirled around. She didn't want to do this, she wanted to hug the puppy and love it. But in the end she knew she'd get hurt.

Don't get attached.

Don't get attached.

Just don't.

You got attached...didn't you?

You spent too much time with him. You cared for him a little too much. Now here we are. Him to disappear soon. But you can't feel a thing. You want to feel something. But you knew it was coming. You got attached but the moment you realised he was gonna go you detached yourself. You didn't look at him. You didn't pat him. You went on about your daily life. Because it'd only mean another hole in your heart.  Now it's really happening, you can see the pain it causes your mother. But who is she to all of a sudden care about him. She was the one that put him up for sale. She was the one that wanted him, got sick of him and sold him. So many people wanted him too. At least now they can love him. Love him more then we can. 

One day, when I'm old enough. I'm gonna get my own pets. And I'm gonna love them and never get sick of them. After all they're just animals, and if you can't train them properly then that's your fault.

Maybe on that day, I can finally let myself get attached....