Of course, this didn't stop me from adding not one but two additional pets to round out Pearl's and my little family during the years he and I were together.
The first addition was Malti, a hatchling redfoot tortoise. Next came Bruce, a rescued 3-toed box turtle. And then right after Bruce came along, my parents brought home Flash Gordon, a standard wire-haired dachshund puppy I adored from day one.
So clearly I am a "pet person," which I take to mean someone who just craves animal companionship for whatever reason. My former partner didn't have any desire for interspecies company. I do and always have had. It was actually one of the biggest sticking points that finally resulted in our painful demise much earlier this year.
My partner is obviously no longer in my life but all three of my animals still are. And oh how heavily I have leaned on their love and support (as well as my commitment to care for each one of them with diligence and excellence no matter what) as I have learned how to be single once again.
Yet still, underneath it all, I dream of a world where homo sapiens and all the other species can live - coexist - without one species feeling the entitlement it absolutely takes to make a pet of another.
One history of pets I read online suggested that the first pets likely arose when early iterations of modern us took in abandoned baby animals, cared for them, raised them, bonded with them.