We had a retired racetrack GreyHound named Miss Perfect. She was very nice, until one day she bit me on the head when I was three. We had to give her back.

Then our Collie, Cierra, ran away.

Then our cat, Snowball, who we dimb-wittedly let be an outdoor cat, ran away.

I won't get into all of my small pets, but my old Guinea Pig, Smokey, was born the only male of the litter, and had to live in a seperate cage. Until my friend asked if she could have him, and we gave him to them. But my friend developed an allergy to him, and had him put down, only for me to find out three months after.