When I was 2 years old, my parents got me a pembroke welsh corgi, that they named Vash. Vash was a wonderful dog. He was my best friend and was always there for me. I remember playing outside with him, in the backyard of our apartment complex. I adored him. I was always annoyed when I had to take him outside on a leash, but I still loved him.

One time, when I was around 4 or 5, I had cut some of his hair off. He didn’t seem to mind, even if my mom was upset at me. He never really played fetch or chased a frisbee. That was okay though, he still ran after me when I ran. He wasn’t really great with cats, even though we had a grey cat named Merle.

I didn’t like Merle, but maybe that was because I was little and she always scratched me because I grabbed her tail a lot. Merle was older than Vash, and I don’t know when my parents got her, probably before I was born. I remember that once she caused a long scratch on my right arm, and the entire scratch bled, and me, being a small child, cried. That didn’t stop me from continuing to grab her tail, however. She was just there, and I only bothered her when I grabbed her tail. She didn’t really like me, and I didn’t really like her either.

When I was in 2nd grade, my parents got me a calico cat that they ended up naming Arya. Arya was weird as a kitten. She was lazy, but she also played fetch. She ran up the walls (literally) to chase the laser, which always made us laugh. She didn’t really like wet food, but she tolerated it. She has hissed at Vash when they met, because Vash had gotten too close to her. She had laid next to me when I got sick, and she was a very motherly cat to the kittens that we fostered. Unfortunately for Vash, whenever we stepped on the kittens, she attacked him. She didn’t mind Faith, but she got in fights with Jiji sometimes. Bixby and Quinn ignored her.