Well, for me, I had quite a few pets through out my childhood years. And they were mostly dogs. I loved having them around because they weren’t only my pets, they were my siblings. Having two younger brothers around, I don’t get any playmate of my age. My dogs became my playmates. They played Fetch with me, we raced each other and fought over pillows and many other silly toys. When I grew older, they became my companions. I told them things that I was unwilling to share with anyone, even family. It was comforting and soothing to have them around.
However, their passing brought me great pains. It was like a stab in the heart. Especially those who were thoughtful and sweet. It felt like a part of me was being taken away. Thus the name of shattering love. For every one of their passing, a piece of my heart died.
Thus, no pets for me anymore. Before I lose faith in myself.