We can learn many things from our pets, and I have just learned my third lesson this year. On April 1, 2000, we had to give away our Golden Retriver puppy.He was so hyper we couldn't handle him any longer. At least I know he went to a great home and is very happy now. Looking back, It seemed that giving him up was the right thing to do. On December 29, 20000, I learned lesson #2. The day after we got back from Christmas vacation, one week after his fourth birthday, our first and beloved cat, Oreo, passed away. He was perfectly fine in the morning, I know that. Then, later, when I came out of my shower, I came to a horrible sight. My mom calling the vet, my little sister screaming her head off, and my dad trying to keep everything calm. We wrapped Oreo in a towel and sped off to the vet. I looked over at my poor cat. He looked like a living ghost. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was hanging open.As hard as it was to think this, I was almost sure that this would be the end of his pain. At the vet, my parents went in and my sister and I stayed in the waiting room for almost an hour. Then my parents came out and said quietly, "He's dead." I cried more than I ever did in my whole life. But now, seven months later, I just try to think that he is happy in Heaven. I know he is. Now, I am about to learn my third lesson, and hopefully my last for a long time. We have to give up our third cat, Tinkerbell. She has been peeing on carpets around the house and ruining them. Since she is the smallest of our other three cats and our dog, we think she is just afraid of them. These are all wonderful pets and they will be greatly missed.