- “Is Doogy here? Is Doogy here?” said I, having my 8th birthday in Bhutan. I was finally getting my very own puppy. I had literally annoyed my parents with the thought of having a pet. They tried giving me speeches on responsibility and tried asking me many for other gifts, but it all failed. As I looked out the window, I saw my mom drive in the parking area. The time had come. I was so excited when my mom walked up the wooden stairs carrying a small box. She came into the room saying something, but I didn’t care, I just held my hands out wide, waiting for my mother to hand me my gift. I opened the box, and there it was, a small tiny animal curled up in a ball sleeping, it looked up at me with its huge glossy eyes. I got mad. It wasn’t a puppy. I locked myself into my own room until dinner and found the little kitten on the dining table eating food.
- I looked at it in disgust. I ate my dinner in a matter of minutes, and without a word, I charged into my room. I was getting ready for bed, when suddenly something was crawling up my legs on the blankets. It was the kitten. It walked right into my ear purring and rubbing its cheeks on me. I had to admit, it was kind of cute. I held it beside me and went to bed with delight. I then realized that all animals are the same. Like humans, we may differ in the outside but in the inside, we all feel the same and no one is better than the other. My relationship with my pet made me realized never to be racist or diverse, always be equal.
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