Explore heartwarming childhood memories of growing up with beloved pets, from playful monkeys to loyal dogs and colorful fish. Discover the lessons learned and the deep bonds formed with animals during my early years.
Topics are covered:
- Childhood Memories with Pets
- Raising Animals as a Child
- Lessons Learned from Pets
- Emotional Attachment to Pets
- The Bond Between Children and Animals
- Importance of Pets in Childhood
- Caring for Animals as a Child
- Childhood Experiences with Pets
- Life Lessons from Childhood Pets
- The Joy of Having Pets as a Child
Introduction: A Journey into My Childhood
Hello everyone! How are you all? I am here with a great topic for you. I was probably nine years old when my father used to breed many animals. The animals were well taken care of, and your time was well served.
The First Arrival: An Adorable Monkey
The first animal that came to us was a monkey. That monkey was adorable. We used to feed him milk in a feeder. He drank so much, and he slowly grew up with us, becoming a perfect friend of ours.
The Goat: A Sister’s Dream Come True
After that, we asked Papa if we could get a goat. We loved goats. I had a sister who adored them, though I didn’t like them as much. But then, I thought, why not get a goat for my sister? So, I asked my father to bring us a goat. My sister used to drink goat’s milk and apply it on her face, hair, and all over her body, saying that goat’s milk is very good for the skin. She believed that it made her skin glow like gold and that her complexion became much fairer. Although I wasn’t sure about it, I decided to try it too, thinking if it worked for my sister, it might work for me too.
We raised this goat very lovingly. We drank its milk and made various pastes with it, applying them to our faces. Our skin became as beautiful as a rose, so we named this goat “Piri Bakri.” How do you like that name? All the children called her “Dear Goat, Dear Goat.” She stayed with us for about two and a half years, but then she suddenly became sick. In this way, our dear goat was separated from us, leaving us very sad.
The Dog: Welcoming Blue Rani
Our toy was taken away from us, so we made a plan to get another animal. We asked our father again, this time for a dog—a small, cute puppy. Papa brought us a small puppy, and we loved her very much. Dogs, being loyal animals, love their owners immensely and protect them. We named our dog “Blue Rani.” Yes, Blue Rani—a good name.
We tied her up outside the house at night, and she played with us all day. We also loved Noorani, so Papa couldn’t refuse our request. Blue Rani stayed with us for about four years. These four years were very good. But after that, Papa gave Blue Rani to my uncle as a gift. My uncle didn’t take her to his house; he kept her as a security guard outside his plaza. They fed her, but they didn’t have time to show her love. So, my sister and I gave her the love she needed. We wondered how she had come so far.
However, we welcomed her back with open arms. She stayed with us again, and we played with her a lot. But then Papa told us that Uncle said Blue Rani had gone somewhere. I told him that she had returned home. Uncle was very surprised. He said, “I gave her good food, I gave her time, she lived in the shade near our plaza, so why did she leave?” But Blue Rani was hungry for love, so she came back to us for that love. We gave her love, but again, at Uncle’s request, we returned her to him. This time, Uncle took her to his house and tied her outside.
Uncle was very rich. He had a lot of wealth. After a few days, Blue Rani was very sad. She cried, but no one cared about her tears. One day, some cruel bandits attacked her. Our dear Blue Rani lost her life. The bandits killed her, then robbed Uncle’s house and looted many of his belongings. When we found out, we were very sad because we loved her so much. She was our favourite animal, very dear to us. We loved her deeply, and her loss broke our hearts. But our love for keeping animals didn’t end.
The Parrots: A Love That Longed for Freedom
I was sitting and talking with my sister when suddenly we had an idea. Blue Rani was gone, she had died, and our dear goat was also taken from us. What should we do now? We decided to ask for some parrots. Papa fulfilled our wish and brought us parrots. They were very cute, so much so that we loved them dearly. However, we noticed that they seemed sad, as if they were prisoners. We pampered them a lot, but their eyes showed sadness, the sadness of being separated from someone. But we were children; we didn’t understand these things.
We talked to them, played with them, fed them, and gave them water. We loved them a lot, but they didn’t seem happy. They wanted freedom, freedom from the cage, from the prison they were in. We were worried. We thought, “We don’t have Blue Rani anymore, we don’t have our beloved goat anymore, and if these parrots also leave us, what will we do? Who will we play with? Who will we talk to? Who will we love?”
The days passed like this, but the parrots were not happy. They were very sad, sitting quietly in the cage, neither chirping nor smiling, nor responding to our words. They wanted to fly, but they were imprisoned. One day, we took the cage and went to the roof. One by one, we let all the parrots fly into the air. It was as if we found real happiness, a lot of happiness, watching them disappear far into the sky, leaving us with an empty cage.
The Fish: A Colourful New Beginning
One by one, all our animals and birds left us. We wanted to find a new pet that could live happily with us, play with us, talk to us, and love us as we loved them. After much thought, we decided to keep some cute, colorful fish. Papa, being very kind to us, arranged an aquarium for us and brought us the most adorable little fish.
The aquarium was beautiful, with so many decorations—little stones, grass, coloured worms, and many other things that made it look so lively. In the evening, we would add food to the water, and the fish would rush to eat it. We did this twice a day, and it became a routine to watch them enjoy their meal. Some fish would quietly eat a little food, while the bigger, greedier ones would eat more.
The water was clean, and the fish lived a good, healthy life. Among them was a fish that was growing quite big. Slowly, it grew to be almost a foot long. We loved her so much that we named her “Goldfish.” She was special—orange and gold in colour, and so playful that she seemed to respond when we called her name. All the fish were cute, but Goldfish was especially dear to us.
A Sad Farewell: The Loss of Goldfish
Then one day, something tragic happened. We woke up in the morning, went to feed the fish, and found our dear Goldfish floating on the water—she was dead. We didn’t know how it happened, and we were heartbroken. Abu told us that she was a very valuable fish, and her price had become quite high. He suggested we could cook and eat her, as is done with some fish. Despite his effort to prepare her as a meal, we couldn’t bring ourselves to eat her. No, we couldn’t.
We children have very innocent hearts. We were deeply attached to our animals. So, Abu ate the fish and told us that Goldfish tasted very good and that we would have enjoyed it. But we couldn’t. Abu then advised us to focus on our studies, reminding us that success comes from education and hard work. He told us to prioritize our studies and play with the fish for a short time. Abu’s words stayed with us, and we began to concentrate more on our studies.
Conclusion: Balancing Love and Responsibility
I suggest that you also focus on your studies along with your hobbies. Your education should be your top priority, as it will lead you to success. Pets and hobbies are important, but they should never overshadow your path to achieving your goals.
