My first was a cat named Nippy, when I was 2. He lived till I was 18. In those 16 years, I had a dog named Bear, who must've been some type of wolf hybrid, german shepard, mastiff, HUGE dog that was so sweet but scared me since he was so big. After Bear, came BJ. BJ was such a sweet dog, who also made it to 16 years old (I had him from age 13-28) Nippy taught him that cats are the boss and to be afraid of them. After Nippy passed, came Sadie, a cat my dad inherited from a friend that had died, not sure how old she was, but I had her for about 10 years, maybe 11? Then after Sadie, came Lily. Lily is my first kitten, one that I picked out, and cared for, paid for. Then came Callie, the one I sometimes mention on here, she was a stray we took in, such a sweet cat, Lily's best friend, who passed away tragically 3 years ago. After Callie I got Zoe, to keep Lily company, which brings us to present day, where Lily is 7, and Zoe is 3. All of the pets that have passed are all together in my parents backyard in our little pet graveyard.