My English teacher recently expressed his opinion to my class on the subject of pets. He believes that everyone should “free the pets” as his slogan goes. I disagree. I believe the results would be nothing short of a disaster if people were to follow his advice and release their pets into the wild.
After hearing his views on the subject I went home and evaluated my pets and found them to be fat, lazy incompetent beings. They do absolutely nothing for themselves and lack the capability to do so. They do nothing but lie around all day in the sun and eat food that they did not hunt for and drink water that they did not search for. If I were to “free the pets” nature would put an abrupt end to their previously easy lives.
In addition to the death that this mass-liberation or all pets would cause, the fact that animals have taken a role in families should also be considered. A few months ago my cat, Figaro, passed away. She was not any ordinary cat, she was older than me and just as much a part of our family, we had raised her from birth and when she died it took a long time to get accustomed to life without her. Imagining life without all of the small ways in which my pets impact daily life is nearly as difficult as it was to realize that I no longer needed to watch my footing carefully to avoid stepping on the nearly blind and deaf cat that was constantly looming about my ankles as I tried to descend the stairs.
I know that the intentions of Mr. Linker were kind, but his plan was doomed. I do not believe that all pets should be freed; I believe that we should enjoy our pets while they live and remember them when they pass. Pets are rarely just pets, they’re family and to toss a pet into the waiting jaws of nature would accomplish nothing more than killing it myself would.