Do you guys remember my dog Snickers? You can sometimes hear him barking in the background of my older Nancy Drew videos, because he thought the sound effects were real.
Snickers died on February 28th, at the age of eleven years and three months.
In an odd coincidence, I was reading a British book earlier that day, and the author started talking about how animals are not rational creatures. Animals don't have intelligence, at least, not in the same way that humans do. When we say, "good dog" or "bad dog", we don't mean that the dog has somehow learned about morality. We mean that the dog has been trained to act the way we want it to, which is basic animal psychology.
I really liked that argument, which came complete with the funny story of an old lady who croons over her precious little darling, even though the dog is clearly one of the most annoying creatures alive. People seem to have a blind spot when their pets are involved. I think Hagrid said that in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
In any case, Snickers is dead now, so there are no more pets for me, except my boss' cat Julie, who has recently started sleeping on my bed all day long. She must think the bed belongs to her, because she doesn't like it when I try to use it.