Originally Posted by watergale
i thought my betta died (when in reality she was just messing with me,) and when i was sad my dad came up to me and said it's just a $3 fish whats the big deal?
This is part of the joy of growing up and becoming financially independent. "It's just a 3 dollar fish" "It's just a 20 dollar gecko" "it's just it's just it's just" again and again. Our big grown up gecko died because he did not have vet care--he could have easily lived 10 more years with us, or even many more. But his life was cut short, because of parents who were not willing to spend the money on him because he could be replaced. They wouldn't even pay to have him euthanized.
We never forgot that. They never did either, they know what happened was wrong, if only they had learned sooner.
We grew up, got jobs. Became independent. It happened again--an injured gecko. This time though.. We didn't have to beg and beg to take her to the vet. We took her ourselves and paid for it with our money. And she got BETTER. She's still with us today, and stronger than ever.
You can see that his parents feel guilty though. Every time they see speckle they remember what happened to Bubba. They're learning. I don't think the idea that you could LOVE an animal other than a dog cat or bird even came across their minds. They just didn't even think about it, and accepted what they had always been taught.
It gets better when you get to be on your own. We get to make our own choices. If we have to maybe live on ramen for a few weeks to make sure our animals get vet care when they need it, so be it. If we have to cancel our plan to buy a new playstation 3 because our fish tank cracked, that's our choice. The living things come first. And when we have our own money, we can make those choices. It's awesome.