I first had a pet in the first grade of elementary school. I think that I received it from somewhere; it really seemed like a Japanese cat that looked like Mike (originally: ミケっぽい). Perhaps, because my parents thought that I was lonesome since both my parents worked, somehow they wanted it to become a friend substitute for me. It was very cute and it learned how to be affectionate. If it was now, I would think that it was violent; however, it grasped me with two hands in a very cute way and went round and round. It did quite a pitiable thing but I loved it so much.
Its name was Tama. I forgot if it was from Turban Shell. Tama was also affectionate towards my family, but something happened in fourth grade. When my mother went to a book store, Tama was accidentally brought into her car; it got thrown into the road the moment the door was opened and got hit by a car. If it had been instant death, it would have been good.However, it was alive in the miserable state of being hit in the head. It continued to say : ”Zee, zee”. My mother said: “Sorry” and “I shouldn’t have taken you with me”. It was quickly taken to the hospital for dogs and cats, but I still remembered being asked: “How about putting it to death peacefully?”. When I think about it now, I am aware that it couldn’t be saved. However, since I was a child, I didn’t understand how terrible the state it was in, so I asked the doctor to perform a surgery to heal it. After I left the hospital, I thought that the surgery would heal it. After a few days, when I heard the sound of my mother’s coming back home by car and from the window saw my mother holding a stage bar, I rushed over with a smile saying: “Tama, are you healed?”. After that, my mother broke down and cried. For a child, it was cruel reality. Even though it couldn’t be healed… I rushed over with a smile. To my mother, it was heart-breaking.