my best friend for 14 years was my kitty Punky. Oh, if he could've talked. He knew more than anyone. He's been gone now for 9 years. The same time I had Rascal who was a AKC crapzu. He was supposed to be used for stud(the only way I would've spent that much for a dawg), but he never got the hang of it. So he got neutered. He died about a year after Punky.
Then after my divorce, I needed the unconditional love. So, I got two yell0w kitties who were litter mates... Forrest and Jenny. Then an off breed hound named Bubba. He was a nightmare and got me in lots of trouble with the neighbor from H...
Next I met a wonderful man who has allergies. I discovered not only me, but my daughter did too. So, back they all went to the shelter. I miss Forrest the most. He was a character, but had a bad bladder infection, so I think they had to let him go. Jenny was on the edge of getting obese,so I bet she made some lonely lady a nice lap cat. Bubba went to a family who trains dogs. Last I knew, he wasn't barking or chewing or digging anymore.
I did have several pets growing up. SugarBelle was my persian cat. She lived until age 19. Then lots of other pets that came and went. Living on a farm,,,,,,,,life expenctancy isn't too long.