It's no secret that I regret a great many things. I suppose it could be because being a single child can get pretty lonely, but I regret the fact that I've wanted a dog - or any fluffy, live animal for as long as I can remember.
I regret pestering you about getting a pet for as far back as I can possibly imagine. I regret the money you must have spent, as well as the care you must have given the hamsters, turtles, goldfish, rabbits or any other animal that you were forced to keep on my regard. I regret not seeing the fact that neither of you really wanted any animals.
I regret our first handphone killing dog and I especially remember the day you sold her because I promised myself that I'd never give another one away.
I regret asking for another one. I regret the deal we made, but at that time I wanted another so much that I guess I can't really be blamed for not looking into the future.

I regret the very moment I set eyes on him.
I regret the impulse that was sent along the motor neurons when I first reached out and touched him.
I regret the joy I felt when we took him home, and I regret thinking that he was the best present in the world.
I regret the first ball game. I regret the first walk, the first feeding, the first pictures, the first playtime with the other dogs, the first bath. I even regret the pet names.

Because God must have been laughing.

I now wish we had never had him. I now wish that you had just put your foot down and said "No." And I might have thought that you were horrible and cruel at the time, but now I would have known that you were just being kind, because now I know that there is nothing crueler than this.
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