Without some wood to chew on, my hamster's teeth grew slight until its jaws could not connect. It starved. It could not bite. I taught my puppy manners, but made it too polite. It wouldn't lick food from a bowl! It starved. "It wasn't bright." My parrot chattered gayly. I thought: "What a delight!" I worked it hard. No breaks for food! It starved. (Last words: "Good night!") My snake was too neurotic, mice made it cry in fright. And mousetraps made it retch and spew! It starved. (Far too uptight.) My goldfish was converted by some stern Israelite. I prayed with it, but broke no bread. It starved. Its soul took flight. My budgie's see-through feeder, I screwed it on. Too tight! It saw its food but could not eat. It starved. I feel contrite. I wallowed in my guilt and shame, until I built a site -- RememberingMyPets.com, and now I feel all right.