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@Postwall.....I absolutely get it but I didn't ask for this,...BUT...name me one living organism that doesn't parasite off another living organism, humans included. Look at the bond humans have with their cats, dogs, horses, rabbits blah blah blah, all domesticated animals were once wild...my lineage stems from the Russian Empire and my growing up would be considered primitive today but did I ever toughen up when my father said directly at me "nobody smiles in Russia", meaning that life was fucking rough...my brother and I at age 6 & 7 had to deal with every fucking wild animal natural to Northern Ontario, fox, wolves, coyotes, lynx, and bears and everything we heard or read in media and from school about how vicious this animals were was not making sense to us who lived with these animals every day, we had chickens, rabbits, horses, turkeys and my uncle a mile away had the pigs and cows, the biggest threat was weasels,raccoons, fox, coyotes and to a lesser extent the Timber Wolves, I've had Timber wolves within a double arm reach when I was a kid and I've never been attacked. ON THAT NOTE...I've been bitten by domesticated dogs, had a hell of an attack by a cat, and worst of all were the filthy parasitic two face humans who consider themselves a friend, or, a dumb nigger who jumps you with a knife in his hand WHO LIVES OFF MY TAX FUNDED WELFARE. My bears have to live in this shitty clown world like I have to, nobody's exempt. And just to let you know, the moment a stranger shows up all my bears go on alert and only when my company sits down beside me will they come over and give everyone a sniff over, I tell them to relax and don't worry and everyone trusts that I know my bears...and nobody died.
One more thing...a ways back one of my big monster sized males, 800lbs easy, he lived a good life here, he went blind and it did something to me, I couldn't stop staring into his heavily translucent blue cataract eyes, and he did everything by sense of smell and hearing and he would know exactly where I was at all times...I hand fed that guy for the entire season and he would sprawl at my feet...October came and bits of snow would come and go and I knew that the old guy was going to go soon and that would be it for that chapter...sure as shit I'm outside in the woodpile the next day with the blind bruin just sitting up against a maple tree that I had planted a long time ago and he's staring at me with those haunting blue eyes and I watches as wobbled to his feet and walked right past me into the bush and not once did he turn back to face me, he just kept walking until he was gone and I new that this was it...hence my endeavor to make it through this nightmare of a clown world.

That's what I picked up from all your stories. They're not pets, they're family.