My family has never been good with pets.

First it was Homer, my grandma's Beagle she received from my aunt. My grandma got tired of him, so he came to live with us. My brother and I were extremely lax about his care, and thus he was sent to live with some other Hmong family in another state.

Then there was Meefus, our bunny named after one of Christian's made up characters. The bunny was so small and sweet to hold, but as he grew up, our interest wanned and he was left to the care of our mother.

And the fish in our pond? I suppose they're used to eating the algae floating in the water since we never feed them!