I'm so sorry to all of you for these horrible experiences.

When I was growing up my father had a capuchin. He bought her after my mom died and she was a wonderful comfort to us all. Then when she was 7 and I was 10 he married "her." He thought of us as his daughters but "she" hated Lillian (our capuchin). One week my dad went on a buisness trip she refused to let me feed her or take her out or even clean her cage! She nearly died and when my dad got back he divorced "her."

Lillian is still alive today and is my dad's total companion. I must admit I'm jealous of her!

-Rachel