When I was 6-ish, I had a gerbil named Maggie. I loved that little rodent, more than any other pet anyone in my family ever had since. I even wrote a song for her back when I was again, six-ish, which I'd plink out on my toy piano or keyboard or whatever it was (I even remember the lyrics, ahaha).
Thing was, she had babies unexpectedly, which means she must've gotten pregnant while at the pet shop. That's probably why I wrote the song because otherwise the words don't make sense. She had I think five or six babies to start with, though some of them must've been eaten/destroyed by her, because they just disappeared (and they were still pink and incapable of doing anything). From this point, my memory is blurry and I don't know what came of her children. They may have died or something.
Eventually, I guess because I felt Maggie was getting old or something, or that it was just time for her to move on, I released her into the wild, which may not have been a smart thing to do considering I don't know how well a gerbil'll survive in the wild, but back then it was darn poetic. I cried my eyes out.
Every pet since I've been really apathetic towards. I even got a hamster in my early teens or preteens, and he was kind of ornery. I didn't care for him half as much, I let his cage get dirty for long periods of time before I cleaned it up, and when he eventually died, I more or less shrugged.
I sort of want a rabbit these days, but I don't feel like putting in the investment of time and money to care for one. Plus, I would really want a lovable one, but I feel like sometimes, getting a new pet is a crapshoot. I don't really want to deal with a pet that can't be bothered, what's the point?
