I don’t like animals.
Please don’t hate me because of this.
My dislike for animals is not because I hate them or anything.
It’s just that I’m scared of them.
Actually, this fear is not of animals alone. I’m scared of anything I don’t understand, really.
So this goes with unpredictable situations, people, and well… Animals.
Yes. I know some animals are totally predictable because you can actually train or tame them using these predictabilities. But I don’t understand them still. It’s like I’m constantly trying to decipher what goes on an animal’s head. What makes them bark or purr or attack or react however it is they react.
I am in awe of them. If anything, I have such deep respect for animals that only shows as fear on my side. Plus, an animal’s life is LIFE. Like your life and mine… it is LIFE. So, I am scared of the responsibility that an animal comes with. How can one that don’t understand something be responsible for this something’s life? You know what I mean?
Anyway, our family did have one pet dog.
Probably the one and only animal I will ever have in my life.
The family got Jigger when I was already away for college. So I never really knew him or took care of him. And every time I went home to visit, I spent half the time avoiding him because I was too scared of him.
We lost him two years ago.
I felt sad and a little regret of not having to know him better.
But I am forever grateful and proud to say that I’ve met him.
He’s the only animal I’ve lived with… And probably, the closest thing to a pet I would ever have.
**This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Menagerie.