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[RainbowStars]

My first pet was a goldfish, mainly because of space issues.

[Miguel112]

It was a pug given to my grandfather by some politician from Taipei.

[Whitewind617]

Mine was a fish named Whitey, named for his (durrrrrr) white color. My brother's fish looked like Seaking, although pokemon didn't exist yet then. Later we got a freshwater snail too, my dad was into that one because it basically didn't need food and helped clean the tank too. It was black, (and by that I mean it had a black shell,) but I don't remember it's name either.

Whitey was the first to die. I'm pretty sure it was ick, but I remember thinking that Seaking ate Whitey. We then flushed it. Seaking followed soon after, and also received the flushing. Don't remember what happened to the snail. I think it died, but we may have just got rid of it because it was boring on it's own and it was living way too long.

Good times, good times.

[therarelogic]

I had a cat when I was younger, technically my mother's cat, but whatever. It hated me. A lot. Probably because I was a toddler and prone to annoying it.

[Nezkith]

My first pet was an orphaned raccoon. Lived up until 3 years ago. Name was Gidget.

[Miguel112]

It was a pug. My grandfather got him as a gift from some guy that came from Taiwan.

[Mysterie]

My first pet was a cat named Gandalf. I got him when I was 3 or 4. He showed up on our porch one day as a kitten, small enough to fit in my (then) tiny hand. We took him in and took him to the vet, who gave him a clean bill of health but warned us that, even though he was healthy, he might still not survive long, because he was a runt. I decided to keep him anyways, and I never regretted it. Not only did he survive, he grew to be as big as a small pitt bull, and he never left my side, for as long as he was with us.