One of the most vivid memories I have from my adventures in preschool is how I found out I was allergic to all kinds of animals.
I had one goal in preschool and that was becoming the Bunny Keeper. Every single time my class would go to the library, that is where Lucy’s cage is held, I would never get a turn to pet her. I thought to myself if I become the Bunny Keeper I would finally be able to stick my hands into her silky grey fur. So when Mrs. Harkey called my name I felt like I just won a game show. I walked with cockness for the rest of the day. My little four year old body was filled with excitement so I skipped lunch and went straight to the library. I looked over at Mrs. Harkey’s desk, she wasn’t there. I continued with my duty. I grabbed the jar of small brown cylinders to feed Lucy and a bottle of water. My paint stained fingers fumble with the lock of the black cage. The excitement that is growing uncontrollable inside of me can’t be contained anymore and I stuck my tiny hands into that cubby bunny’s fur. It felt so silky soft. I wanted more so then I grab her and lift her up to my face, I rubbed that bunny all over my face. Oooh god I thought I was going to die of happiness. I woke up in the nurse’s office with the paramedics at my side. Apparently I went into anaphylaxis shock. I was very confused and anxiety started to spread through my body. I wanted my mommy. It felt like months went by until I heard that familiar voice. It was my mommy and herer face immediately told me that something bad happened to me.
Then next day I was taken to the my pediatrician and she explained that I couldn’t touch certain animals with certain kinds of fur. Here is the list that she gave my mommy: rabbits, bunnies, rats, mice, hamsters, guinea pigs, wessels, chinchillas, pretty much any kind of rodent, cats, or any kind of Felidae. I’m also allergic to marsupials. I also can’t go to petting zoos because I am allergic to most of those animals too.
Growing up was hard because if I made a friend with a pet that I was allergic too I couldn’t play or sleepover over at their house. If they slept over my house my mom would make them wash their clothes and blankets before coming over. I didn’t have a lot of friends for this reason. I was the weird petless kid with weird animal allergies. Also my relationship with my sister was kinda compromised. All my sister wanted for her birthday and christmas was a hamster. Everytime we would drive by a pet store or she came home from a friend’s house and they had a hamster she would give me this glare that gave me goosebumps. My sister wasn’t too fond of my allergies. I wasn’t either so we had that incommon. She would sometimes whisper under her breath “why couldn’t you be allergic to peanut butter, I don’t like peanut butter.”
Summers were rough for me because my grandmother had this cat and the cat loved rubbing against my legs. My legs instantly would get a rash and swollen. I hated visiting my grandmother because of that cat. He would also get in my bed when I was sleep and I would wake up with swollen eyes and not able to breath. Vacationing at grandmama’s was hell. My grandmother use to live with my aunt down in Mamai, Florida before she passed away. First of all I hate Florida. I hate the whole entire state. I don’t know if it’s because I was forced to go there every single summer of my life. The cat didn’t make things easier for me either. For some reason it choose me instead of my sister who can actually pet him. The cat name is felix. This cat is still alive today and it still ruins my summer. Felix loves me I don’t know why because I don’t give up a cat person vibes. Yes I think cats are adorable and I would definitely love to cuddle one but I just physically can’t. Felix is like a frat boy after one to many beers he doesn’t take no for an answer. My sister loved Felix but felix didn’t love my sister. He would claw at her and stretch her legs up. My sister would chase the cat around the house but he would just come towards me. This made my sister really mad. Felix just loved what he can’t have.
It’s sad to think I will die without knowing how it feels to cuddle with any of those animal that are on my NO list. But I will always have those brief seconds with Lucy and her fat chubby bunny body before I passed out. She was my first and last forbidden animal that I touched. But even if I can’t cuddle with all of these adorable creatures I fill in the avoid with dogs. I just surround myself with the four legged animals and all of my sadness of not being able to love small fuzzy creature goes away. I love my two dogs and they might not be small or furry but I wouldn’t change them for any other pet. Well…maybe for Lucy.