Finnegan
The first real pet I ever had was Finnegan. I think I was 15. He was an awesome pet, especially for someone who would later go on to be Asthmatic. Finnegan was a budgie, or some people call them parakeets. He would come out of his cage and sit on my finger. What a great little guy he was! He might take flight, but like his cousin the homing pigeon, he always came back to the finger. The impact Finnegan had on my life was that he literally was the first pet I ever had responsibility to take care of fully and I did a horrible job. Sure we had fish, Turtles and hamsters. But Finnegan was the first pet I ever had that I was responsible for. The impact is that I took his life. It was Christy's high school graduation, and he was a little chirpy in the mornings (like most birds). Half of my Alabama family had come up for Christy's graduation including Nana who had taken my bedroom. So, Finnegan and his cage went to the b...