I've just watched 'Marley & Me' a few hours ago and it has created in me a phobia of keeping pets. You're probably guessing that all the trouble, hassle and frustration that came along with Marley, taunting you over to the other side of sanity caused it. Heck no. That wasn't the phobia. Well, at the back of my head, I could very much picture myself having pet or pets in the near future. The only pet I had so far was 'The Amazing Live Sea Monkeys' since my parents aren't really a fan of pets.

Well, I didn't inherit that ideal of theirs, my mum had to pull me away from the stray cats that I loved playing with back in the days. They kind of knew I would love to have one. But I was definite they abhorred the idea of having a pesky furball running around the house, I didn't even bothered asking. So I've always had this fluttering image of me playing with a cat, disciplining it, training it, going soft when it makes the 'puss-in-boots' face at the back of my head.

But hey, pets die. Oh yea duh, hey wait WHAT? no nono no no no NO you're kidding me. I absolutely, cannot, acutely refuse to come to terms with my pet dying. I do not want to put myself through such an ordeal. I can't take it. I evade even the thought of having to live life without that should-be-big-by-then tuff of ball. We enjoy teasing friends who really love their pets and threaten to barbecue them for dinner. We name them 'pet crazy' or 'dog crazy', and they don't seem to mind. I do all that too, and I wouldn't mind it on me either.

I remember liyan once blurted out without thinking and instantly in defence to such a tease saying "nono, take my life... leave my dog alone..." And hearing that, we just laughed even harder. Well she mentioned her schnauzer is getting on in years. I pray she can be brave and face it when its time.

But well saying all these, I might still probably end up getting a pet. Can't they just live forever?

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