I don't remember being young very well, but I'm pretty sure I got two pets around the same time. I was probably 5ish and we adopted a stray, long-haired black cat that showed up pregnant on our deck. She had kittens in our shed and I honestly have no idea what happened to her babies. I'm thinking my dad took them to the shelter because it was actually in the trailer park we lived in. Around the same time, I got a hamster that I named Peaches and Bear. Lol, I used both names interchangeably for whatever reason. Pepper was the cat's name. She was amazing. She died when I was 18 years old so she was probably around 17 herself. She was my best friend and I was devastated when she had to be put down.