While I was growing up, we always had dogs. Although when I was a baby, my parents had a grey tabby. After that, we had dogs, I guess 5 while I was growing. My parents gave a home to a cockerspaniel who was abandoned because of his age, he was 12 then and his owners coulnd't deal because he was dying. Yeah, he ended up living till 19 years! I remember this so well, because he used to be lovely chocolate brown, but with the years, he turned beautiful grey. Although I was a little girl when he died, I remember how much I loved that dog, and when I got my first own dog, I named him after this spaniel.

Now with my husband, we have two cats, hope to take 2 more in the furture (from a shelter).