Animals have always been around us since the dawn of humanity, and our ancestors have always been around them. At first, our kind killed them for survival, then we discovered there were stronger animals than us—so we invented weapons. But at some point in history, people figured out that instead of being enemies with other beings, we could tame them and make them as our pet, creating a bond that’s almost as strong as family. Ever since, pets have been our companions, who faithfully give their lives in order to protect us, who happily licks us, who makes our lives better in general—or so we thought. So why do people need a pet anyway, and is it really right?
First though, I have to say that I don’t own a dog or any other pet. I’ve already learned my lesson. When I was little, I used to have a ton of pets. I had chickens, fish, turtles, and a rabbit. All of them died quickly. For some reason, no matter how hard I try, I just don't have the ability to treat my pets well. I love them, but they always die. Besides, with my autistic brother around, I can’t own those big pets, like dogs, cats, and birds. My brother would have a fun time, but no guarantee the animals do (my brother lately began a habit of trying to kick every dog he could see). So in the end, I just gave up. I didn’t want animals to suffer, either because of me or my brother.
Now you know why I don’t own pets anymore, but there’s still the question of why other people own them. For starters, there are people who absolutely need pets, especially dogs. These people are either blind or handicapped in some other way. They need dogs to guide them, and basically make their daily lives possible. Other pets are trained by professionals to perform a certain task. Take policemen, for example. Their dogs are trained specifically to search missing people, attack thieves, find dangerous drugs, and much more. Then there’s us. We own pets in order to make ourselves happy, and this is where things go wrong. A portion of people really do make both beings happy, man and beast. But for people like me, we only make ourselves happy, and the animals suffer, dying in the end, which just drains all the fun. So for those knowing the rules of owning pets, go right up, but for those of us who don’t know, I suggest you stop owning pets for a while, and come back after you know the right treatments.
Okay, that statement about making pets suffer might be upsetting for some people, but the thing that’s more depressing is waking up in the morning to find your pet as still as a stone—not asleep, but dead. A lot of us might wonder, why did God have to take their lives, I didn’t do anything wrong. When in fact, it might be all your fault. We would mourn over them, shed some tears while digging their graves, but in the end, nothing can help the harsh reality. I already know the feeling of accidentally killing pets way too many times, and the only tears I shed would be not of anger for God, but of pity for my pet, and anger for myself.
In conclusion, pets have and will always be our companions, whether they like it or not, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. We tame animals for hunting, riding, searching, killing, helping, and fun. Some might be worthy, some might be downright unfair for the animal, especially when their lives are at stake when we are hunting and partying. Animals always die, but don’t throw your anger at God immediately. Question if you really did do everything right, and if you did, then God will have to do some explaining. If you didn’t, however, then the truth is that you killed your own pet. So next time when you walk past a pet store, think about whether or not you really should own a pet, and whether or not you know what you’re doing. Are you making the pet’s life better and happier, or are you killing it?
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