Being a pet sitter is something that comes naturally to me simply because it is since I was a kid that I reserved a part of my heart to my pets. And I am firmly convinced that when you are kid you learn how to the develop a great sense of responsability if you have the opportunity to take care of your fur ball.
My first pet was a rabbit, named Coni: with his big blue eyes and his white and grey soft hair he filled my childhood years of love and tenderness. Now I got a cat and a dog, but I miss them so much as I am studying here in Sydney while they are in Italy at my mother's house. Marilyn, my cat, was abandoned and thrown in a garbage can. As I heard her crying I raised the lid of the garbage can and she jumped on my chest and started purring. It's been three years, and she still does the exact same thing as I come back home.
Pets are like special friends, with their particular behaviours and needs and a wonderful emotive language. They deserve love.