This is my last week being home for the summer. Like my home-home. It's a little hard for me to decide where my home really is right now. But this is the last week I am spending at the house in which my mom lives and where I went to high school at and where all the good food is. Most importantly, this is the home where all the pets are.
My mom loves animals. My brother and I also love animals. Because it was just the three of us for a long time, there was no one to stop the onslaught of adoption. Not that there's an endless flow of animals, but considering our house is pretty small, it seems as if there's always some creature in the way of what you're trying to do. I have 3 dogs,3 cats, a bird, and some fish, though I'm not sure those count too much.
In 3 days I am moving back to my apartment in college. My small apartment that doesn't allow for any animals. And that's the hardest part about it. I love my independence, my apartment that is walking distance from everything, I love living with my friends, love having my own space and schedule. It always feels like there's something missing. And right now i'm fairly sure it's the lack of paws and lack of fur covering absolutely everything. Here's a goodbye (for now) to my pets.
To my fluffy crew, I hope you understand why I leave. I know it's probably confusing. I'm gone for months, sometimes only weeks. Come back for a couple days, a week, a month. I hope you aren't upset with me because you can't figure out when or how long I will be home.
I hope the others aren't overfeeding you. I'm sure you all want them too, but frankly, you're all getting a little chubby, and I don't know if anyone else walks you. I'm just trying to watch out for you guys.
I actually am going to miss having to spend 20 minutes in the morning wiping fur off my clothes. Having to search the house for my stuff because I accidentally left my door open and that means everything in my less-than-neat room is fair game. I'm going to miss walking home in the evening and coming back to the best returns of wagging tails and genuine excitement. It's just not the same coming back after an outing when there's no 4-legged crew awaiting your arrival. It really makes you feel special.
I'm going to miss having 3 square inches of room to fall asleep because somehow most of my pets got on my bed before I did, and they all look so comfortable and cute and I just don't have it in me to push them away. I'm going to miss spending an at least an hour of my day on the floor playing with and/or talking to my pets. I miss how genuinely happy they all seem.
To my pets: you're always the hardest goodbye (sorry mom). I hope you guys understand why I leave and that I would bring you all if I could. I hope it's not too hard to carry on when I'm gone and I hope you won't be mad at me for leaving when I come back (I always come back, I promise). I hope that you all miss me too and that this isn't just a one-way thing. I can't wait to see you all in a couple of months.
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