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I love my cat sassy, and when I move to England I will be absurdly depressed if I have to leave her behind ( six months quarantine doesn’t really seem an ideal situation for a kitty…)

But my first cat will always be the one closest to my heart. The same goes for my first dog. It’s just something that happens when a child owns their first pet. Magic happens, as kid and pet look eachother in the eye and say : It’s you and me kid.

My fondest memory was with my first dog Geena. When i look at the faded picture, my then blonde hair blending in with hers, our smiles facing the sunlight I feel the same nostalgic feeling for that dog. She was a beautiful golden retriever who followed me everywhere . She was faithful and funny and had a tendency to lift up her paw whenever she wanted something. My beautiful dog used to wait for me whenever I wanted something from her. However, when we moved to Latin America we were forced to give her to our grandmother. It was a sad decision, but she led a beautiful life next to a lake and two very loving owners. Still, it still breaks my heart when I remember saying goodbye to her.

My beautiful dog, who would follow me when I wandered off ( which I had a tendency to always do), who watched over my crib when I was born lived a long life. She died of cancer at the ripe old age of 12.

My first cat was given to me the first day I arrived in El Salvador. She was a white little ball of fur and my first friend in a foreign land. Her little meowing was oddly comforting in the days ahead. Somehow this cat became symbolic of my childhood in a war torn land. A long journey which is best explored at another time…

Childhood and pets are beautiful postcards of innocence and love. Children become more loving and responsible if they have pets and the experience far overweighs the fears. And we become older, these pets become a watermark of a simpler time when children and dogs were allowed to be , without life getting in the way.

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