What was your first pet that you remember..

[Cantw8]

..and do you remember their name? My first pet memory was a cat named Sugar Honey that I had when I was maybe 4 I remembered how badly I didn't want to start Kindergarten because I didn't want to be away from her She ended up having a litter of kittens at the foot of my bed (while I was in it) I was so freaked, I thought her insides were coming out How 'bout you?

 

[MomofKatie]

Unfortunately, I never had named pets as a child- DBro was very allergic to anything with fur or feathers, and Mom wouldn't allow reptiles in the house. I do remember having about 100 guppies in a tank when I was 5- we started out with 2 pairs, and they very quickly multiplied!!

The first named pet in our house was Lucky, a shelter cat I brought home for my mom the Christmas I was 21.

 

[MUFFYCAT]

I remember all our cats and their names. Our first cat was Puff. My sister was in the 1st grade and it was the cats name in the book they were reading.
I don't remember our bird or hamsters names.

 

[raysnkaysmom]

I *know* my first dog was a poodle named Pookie and a cat named Sylvester.

But... if I try to think back and remember... I was about 5/6 and we had a german shephard named Brandie and a yorkie named Tiko...
I remember those first...

 

[skuttle]

We had a brown dog named Scooby Doo, but I don't really remember him. I remember about him more from being told about him.

My first pets that I really remember were my parakeets, Pammy and Theresa, and my siamese cat, Frisky.

Also had a hampster named Hampton at some point. Then finally we got a dog (part Spitz) named Puff when I was in middle school. He passed away about 6 years ago.

 

[JanaNs]

Oh the sweetest black and white "mutt" that looked like it had a little border collie in him. His name was Scott (strange name for a dog!) and we called him Scottie Woggie Doggie. You never forget your first pet....I loved him.

 

[OK!]

My parents had a German shepherd named Ricky when I was born; he was around until I was maybe 8-10 or so (he had to put down because the $#@$&*$#%^ Siberian husky across the street attacked him and basically destroyed his back legs...we tried to save Ricky but couldn't stand seeing him have to drag his hind legs behind him anymore.) I don't remember this, but apparently he was instrumental in my learning how to walk, in that he didn't mind if I pulled myself upright using him, fell on him, anything. He was the greatest dog.

 

[cteddiesgirl]

A beautiful full bred Irish Setter named Brandy.
I barely remember her. But yet I do remember riding on her and I remember the dream I had of her being stolen before she eventually was.
She was a member of the family. Very protective. Especially when my dad was not around.

We had another dog for a short period of time while we still had her. But that didn't last long. The new dog caused Brandy to misbehave. Once we left for a while and came back to a house full of feathers. Both dogs tore up every pillow in the house. Most of which were feather pillows. Brandy never did anything of the sort without the other dog being around.

But she was a great dog. After she disappeared while our house was robbed (she never would have run off on her own), we never did get another pet.

 

[Hercules10]

Ya mean real or imaginary?

A mutt named Poochie from a farm. I was about 4 too. She lived to about 16 y/o from a diet of pot pies. Because as kids we couldn't stand pot pies....

 

[SCHBR'smom]

I have one faint memory of the cat we had in England when I was a baby. We lived there until I was almost 2. Her name was Mittens. I know it seems strange to remember something when I was so young, but I do. From what I've been told, she thought she was my mother and would be by me when I started crying before my mom was.

Then my dad was stationed in California and we had a mean little cat named Pop Top. It only liked my dad. I remember taking it to some people who had no children (a better place for that cat). We left Cali when I was 4.

We, also, had a Shetland Sheepdog that my parents got in England and had until I was in junior high. But I don't really remember Scoopy until we moved to Texas when I was 4. I fed him hamburgers during the long drive to Texas in the backseat of the car.

 

[HelenePA]

My first dog was Rocky he was an irish wolfhound sweet as could be! My parents already had him when I was born. I saw him die in my kitchen when I was 11 He just kind of passed out and stopped breathing. I remember going to get my dad who was upstairs then him calling my mom who was at work to tell her

 

[Jennasis]

A very old Cairn terrier named Gypsy whom we adopted from an animal shelter. The shelter told us she was a puppy, but when we took her for her "puppy shots" the vet said she was a senior citizen! HAd that dog for YEARS before she had to be put down due to cancer. Great dog!

 

[lemondog]

First one I remember was our Old English Sheepdog. Her name was Tinkerbell and she was just about the sweetest dog ever. We got her when I was 5 and she died when I was 11....she had a twisted gut.

 

[KimD]

Coco Puff

My black furry kitty who I loved to pieces. I remember the day my parents had to take her to be put to sleep. I was 13 years old and cried for two days straight. She was really old and frail though and stopped eating and drinking so it was the right thing to do (although I let my poor parents have it good at the time...must've made 'em feel like real heals too now that I think about it...sorry 'bout that guys!! )

 

[alexandria674]

A pet rock named Spanky. Then my dad thought it was time I got a proper pet so I had a tarantula named Cinderella.

 

[LindaG4458]

We had a buff cocker spaniel named Sandy. He was a great dog and there are pictures of me hugging him around the neck when I was around 5 or 6. He was very gentle with kids. His one fault that was his downfall was chasing cars. He tried to chase the garbage truck and was hit by one of the rear wheels. I cried for days.

 

[luvmarypoppins]

Zipper, he was my dads hunting dog, a beagle type I think. I remember he was outside in the cold and snow and crying and my dad still wouldnt let him in. Orf course my sister and I would always protest loudly and my dad would always say, "He is an outside dog!"

 

[SleepyMom]

When I was around 4 to 5 I remember an orange and white cat named Dino (Dean-o). We took him camping in the Black Hills with us early one summer and he disappeared, I can remember searching for him that whole summer. (We usually camped out all summer long) Around the time school was starting back up my step-dad and brother found him and brought him home, my poor brother was scratched to pieces from trying to hold him. Dino was pretty wild by then and never really adjusted to being a housecat again, we moved shortly after that and he ran away from the new house and we never saw him again.

I think our first dog was either Boo, a black cocker spaniel and poodle mix or Hosea, a chihuahua/teacup poodle mix. We had them while living in the same house, but I'm not sure which came first. Don't remember much about Boo, but Hosea was quite the dog. He was going to be put down by his owner right after he was born because he was considered to be too sickly to let live, but my step-dad convinced them to let him take him. He was so tiny he fit in the pocket of those smock tops that my Mom always wore. He only had 3 legs, was blind in one eye, had epilepsy and never lost his baby teeth. His head was almost bigger than his body. Our german shepard once snapped at him and he needed x-rays and they discovered all his internal organs were in the wrong places. One winter he caught a cold or something and he couldn't eat, I can remember my Mom feeding him with an eye dropper a mixture of Mighty Dog and eggs. Aww, now I'm going to have to go look at pictures of him

 

[antmaril]

A parakeet named Chico. My mother would say "Where's Tony?" and Chico would respond "Tony's at work - Tony's at work". Tony was my dad
Sometimes Chico would ask the question and answer it -

Chico lived a long time and when he died, we buried him in the backyard in a Land O' Lakes Butter box.

 

[C.Ann]

A hunting dog - purebred - who was a decendant of a dog from England with the same name of the town I'm in right now at the lake: "Duke of --------"..

And a long-haired black cat - "Charcoal"..