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I wasn't expecting such depressing comments based on the topic title, and it seems like every post is a dog post, so I'll contribute by adding a cat post.
"My first pet" was a cat, and technically she wasn't really "my pet" because she had been in the family before I was even born. She was more like a furry sibling who grew up together with me instead. Half of my baby pictures were taken together with my cat, and as far back as my memory goes, she's always been there. When I started attending Elementary School, she'd be my alarm clock and wake me up every morning, and she'd always be there to greet me when I got home from school. She had a bit of a temper, and would flip out and open all the drawers and closets in the house if she was left alone for too long.
I had some family problems back in High School, and my cat always seemed to know when I'm feeling down and would try to cheer me up. I had planned to even take my cat to take my graduation photos (as crazy as it sounds) but she died of a kidney failure when I was in 12th grade. The doctors suggested that putting her down would be the best option, but I couldn't bring myself to do it so they just administered some painkillers instead to ease her pain. By the last few nights she was really weak and could barely drink or walk but she'd still try to crawl and follow me around, and when she saw me she would still greet me with a very weak "meow". It's been many years now but the memories of her final moments are still very vivid to me. It took me quite a while to finally got over the lost of her and to be able to look at old photos of her without getting my eyes all watery.
It's a shame that humans and cats/dogs don't share the same lifespan.
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