I had my first pet when I was about 4 or 5. We had just moved out of an apartment, so I really begged my parents for a puppy. They gave in and got me a maltese terrier. We named her Candy. She was so playful and hyper and really was a good pet at home. We had a big backyard where she always ran around but it was gated. She was getting old, about 6 when she went missing. One night I was calling her name but she never showed. We searched the streets in our neighborhood and no one noticed where she went. It had already been a few days and I found her at the edge of our background dead. A black cat that always jumped in our backyard killed her. That's why I hate cats.