u/V4RQUEEN

I grew up with animals here and there.

But around age 8+ is when I realized theyre all neglected.

The rats. The guinea pigs. The ferrets. The hamsters.

My mom never took care of them.

Around 13-15 years old, she got rats again.

No one took care of them after a while, because we are all kids and she surprised everyone with rats.

She ended up throwing them in the garage. Pitch black. For...I dont know how long until they died.

My middle sister said she would go in and check on them but she has autism and was severely depressed 24/7.

At 21, my mom got guinea pigs. She neglected them as usual after a month.

2 of them died and she left the one to be miserable in a tiny cage until it passed away end 2024. A very small cage BTW.

When I was 22, I got rats. I got 4. Two boys. Two girls. Tiny babies.

I treated them with love and care every single day. I played with them all the time. Even took the little boy to exotic pet doctor bc his eye was all funky.

I had a $35 an hour job. My own apartment.

The contract for the job ended Feb.

My apartment lease ended March.

I am 30 now. I dont know why I gave them away. I gave them to my friends friend who loved animals. He had birds all over. So at least there is that. But...I feel horrible for just giving them away. I could have taken them with me. I just hope they were as happy as I made them but why did I do that. They didn't know him.

My mom has pugs now. 4 years. She neglects them. No walking. No treatment for their nose issues. No doctors for the boys hip issues. Just trophy dogs.

And I just lose my mind at night crying about all of the past animals and I cant get out of the guilt.