I’ve just returned home from feeding the stray cat in my building. I have tried my best to make my mother understand why I want a pet dog or cat, and how much it will help improve my mental health. I know my pet will literally save me from spiralling and going into depression.
My mom is vehemently against it. I have this internalised fear of even talking about pets to her because whenever I’ve casually mention to her that “hey today, I saw the cutest little kitten and pet it”, she makes the worst expression. It’s so uncalled for. It’s so unnecessary.
I want to take care of a pet, feed it, love it to bits. I’m just having trouble coming to terms with the fact that we will never welcome a pet in my home.
I however am moving abroad next year for my studies. Hopefully there I have the chance and luck of adopting a little cutie.
Thank you I just needed to write this.
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