I've had a LOT of pets over the years. First let's go with the "main pets".

Sasha was around before I was born (she was 20 when I was 17). She was a white siamese mix, and my parents named her and brought her down to Georgia when they moved here from Maryland. She died of old age and cancer a few years ago. Then, when I was about 5, we got Spot. He was a tabby who was born from a white cat and a black cat. He was the only orange cat in the entire litter, so Chris took a liking to him and we bought him from our neighbors (he was my favorite cat ever). Chris named him after Spot from Startrek. He disappeared about four years ago, and we have no idea where he went.

Then Chris adopted a very wild cat from his friend, and named her Livingston (again, from Startrek). She was a very wild and unfriendly cat who would rarely come near us. She's bolt when we tried to go near her. We eventually gave her to the pound, though none of us really wanted to. She was just getting worse and worse, peeing everywhere and attacking us sometimes. Years later, after Sasha died, Jeff rescued a cat who was abandoned by his owners (they moved out of their old house and left the dog and cat inside the house). He named him Picasso, and since he moved into some dorms, he left Picasso with us. Picasso is a friendly and awesome cat, but unfortunately not a lapcat like Spot or Sasha were. I love lapcats.

We also got a dog when I was about 3. She was an Aussie Shepard mix, and we named her Duchess. She was a very calm and friendly, loyal dog. She got along with the cats wonderfully (sometimes I think she thought she WAS a cat, since she rarely saw other dogs). She'd only bark at other dogs when they walked by as she went to the bathroom, and she was wonderful. She passed away last year, around summertime. It was a terrible death that haunts me. She was so old and I think she had cancer or something, something that was making her anemic and not able to eat. I thought she'd last on a bit longer but she didn't, and I should have stayed with her through the night like I had with Sasha. Instead, I went to sleep as normal and Duchess tried to get up in the middle of the night and walk to her water bowl. Her legs gave out under her, and she lay splayed out on the floor, where she died alone. I wish I had been there.

NOW LET'S NOT BE SAD ANYMORE CAUSE REALLY.

I've had four hamsters in my life. Two were bought at Petsmart and they QUICKLY died from what is known as Ringworm. As in, #2 died in two days. They were both named Calvin because I am uncreative sometimes. After that, we went to a mom and pop pet shop, and got a longhaired hamster we named Rodney, after the hamster from that Dr. Doolittle movie. He lived for four years, which is pretty awesome for hamster standards, until he suddenly came down with every single disease under the sun. I then adopted a hamster that my friend's hamster gave birth to, and named her Mollie. She was the same type of hamster as Rodney and she lived and died much the same way.

I also had a hermit crab but for the life of me I don't remember his name. Other than that, we've had lots of bearded dragons. And I mean a LOT. As in, most of them didn't have names, because when bearded dragons mate, they make hundreds of kids. Dad sold em off. The ones that did have names were Merlin and Lizzie. Merlin was my lizard, and he passed away a year ago.

THE END.