Pets, Part 1
I only know Kippy through pictures and she had to stay behind when we moved when I was only three. She looks sweet though. One of the first few pets I remember was a little frog. We probably got it as a polliwog and it didn't last long. I buried it under a bush and unearthed it several times just to see if it went to Heaven. I was only about 5, so give me a break ;-)
The age I acquired pets is questionable but we had a few cats along the way. I'm not sure how we got them but when my dad didn't want them anymore he would either dump them, or kill them. More on the last part later. We had one cat and instead of trying to find it a home, he took it out in the country and left it at a friends' house, as a mouser I guess. Well, it found its way home so I think we kept it for awhile just because it had the chutzpa to come back.
My favorite cat was a beautiful long haired black one, named Mama Kitty. I'm not sure how long we had her but at one point, she would start getting pregnant and then miscarry. As with many small towns a Vet doesn't exist, so traveling the 45 miles to get an animal fixed was nonsense. I don't know if she was really that sick or my Dad was just tired of finding her dead babies. His answer was to take MY cat out in the country and shoot her. But the kicker is, he waited until I got home from school so I could watch him stuff her in a box and carry her out to the car. It would have been so easy to do it while we were all gone and then just play dumb when she didn't come home for dinner that night. I must have asked what he was doing but why I didn't protest I'm not sure. I was scared of him and probably thought it wouldn't do any good anyway. And where was my mom when all of this was going on? I have no idea. I remember not speaking to him for a long time and crying myself to sleep for even longer. I never really got over that and still cry when I think about it. My mom told me once that he had nightmares after that, hearing her scream in his sleep. Good!
In high school I had a kitten for a very short time. She was too young and not even weaned yet, so my Dad (of course) made me give it back. I had named her Alice Cooper, AC for short.
The first dog I remember was a Dachshund named Coco. She was a dog of a friend of my parents. She was already an adult and I'm not sure why they were getting rid of her but we took her. She was a great dog and loved us kids a lot. She's follow my younger brother and I out to the baseball fields to be with is when we played Little League. Sometimes I'd yell at her to go home so she's have to trudge all the way back home with her tiny little legs. She went on vacations with us sometimes and we'd end up carrying her when she got tired of walking on the beach. Other times when we went on vacations without her, we'd leave food inside the house and the back screen door open so she could come and go. That's small town for ya, you can leave your door wide open for a week at a time. As with many Dachshunds they develop back problems and she got to the point where she couldn't walk down the front steps by herself. Mom and Dad took her to that Vet 45 miles away to have her put down. When I got home from school that day they were both on the couch crying. Wow, he did have a heart. I searched and searched but couldn't find a picture of her. I'm sure my mom has plenty but can't really get to them right now.
I can't forget about my pet rat that I had in high school. A big Albino rat with beady red eyes. I got it from a girl at school. She was really an odd girl and I suppose I was even odder for getting a rat from her. I don't remember what I named it or even how long I had it. I used to put it in my coat sleeve when we went outside, it was kind of cool. She was kept in a cage on the back porch along with Coco. It got out one day and hid behind the dryer. It never did come out and I think essentially my dog just scared it to death. When I did find it, I took it out behind the football field to bury it. That was my only interaction with a rodent.
To Be Continued.......