My dad died about a year ago in a very horrible way...My mom saw me sitting around and asked me if I wanted to get a pet to help me through my grief. I don't know if I have depression but I am often unhappy and I feel like I might have it. We were going to get a dog but I went to a Petsmart, saw the ball pythons, and asked to hold one. I liked them and knew that if we got a dog mom would be complaining and stuff and it might not work out. Before my dad died I had asked him for one and he said maybe if he got his own apartment. I kinda forgot about it because it didn't look like that would happen anytime soon. Anyways when I got home from a vacation that I was on I ordered my baby boy Sherman with the money dad left behind. Dad still got me that snake he said he might get me and I like thinking of it like that. I often wish he could meet Sherman. He calms me when I am nervous and when I'm sad he provides companionship. I love him. Snakes have become one of my favorite animals. I'm happy that they have helped you guys and I wish more people would see that they aren't horrible creatures.
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