My pet's name is....
I had a tabby cat named Charlie. My sisters and I named him after my maternal grandfather, whom we never knew because he passed when I was a year old. My father got rid of Charlie because he was too cheap to pay to get him neutered and Charlie HATED my father and used to piss all over any clothing he saw laying around in his bedroom. I miss him a lot and my sisters and brothers hate him for getting rid of Charlie because we were attached to him, but hey, that's the way the cookie crumbles. 
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"Having a nasty attitude won't yield you the results you want when you want them; it'll just make people steer clear of you and your toxicity in order to keep from being contaminated by you and your nastiness."- Me
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