I am 22 years old, but I assume to have as much experience in life, as a 40 year old adult woman has. I had a dog, who later had puppies, and one of them became mine. I loved it. We got so attached to each other, that one day, he ran after me on the street, and suddenly a man went through him by car, and my little dog, died right there in front of my eyes. Later I had cats, who also died in car accidents. Then I decided not to get attached to anything or anyone.