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I asked my parents for a dog for a long time (probably from the age of 6), read a lot of books about them, knew many breeds. And then one summer evening (I was 7) I was sitting in my room on the second floor at the dacha, leafing through another book about dogs (I even took a tape measure and measured the approximate height of each dog that was written in the book) and then my parents called me. I come down and they're sitting at the big dining table, asking me to sit down. I sit down, and they say they'll take the dog, but only if I promise to take care of it. How happy I was at that moment!!! She said 100500 times that yes, I will take care of her, monitor her, feed her and wash her.
At what they did not agree to a dog because they could not get together. Mom didn't want a big dog to walk with, and Dad was only willing to have a big one, and preferably a German Shepherd.
Do you know what kind of dog we got as a result? Chihuahua with a color like a German Shepherd))
When my turtle died. She suddenly and unexpectedly fell ill. There was blood under the shell, I made an appointment with her to the doctor, the record was only a day later. I've been waiting for this day, this morning. On the day of the appointment, I got up early, happy that we would go to the doctor today and help us, went to the terrarium, took her, and she died. I didn't live for a few hours. I realized how worthless I was. I realized that I had indirectly killed an animal that was not to blame for this. I did something stupid, irresponsible. I am very ashamed.