My past dog destroyed a lot when left alone, but the biggest loss for me was the books he ate. Well… I’m very sensitive about books. Renovations are bullshit, you have to do them anyway, and books are always a pity. Although now that many books can easily be found in electronic form, even in a version identical to the one I ate, all this is forgotten. And the cats always got it from my mom. Shoes, bags, and similar “expressed attitudes.”
Honestly, there was something else this “grandiose”, like gobbled up memorabilia, but that too is forgotten, especially after the pet has gone to the next world. Then very sharply it comes to that THERE was such nonsense – things, repairs… But the beloved animals in the heart are forever. And the joy they bring, and the memories of them.