When and what was your first pet?

When I was a child, my first pet was a improperly cared for aquarium, which was 2.5 gallons and contained 2 neon tetras and 1 betta fish. My parents got one of these aquariums for me, and one for my twin sister. I used to hate doing water changes or taking out the fish when they died, however the water changes now seem like nothing compared to the current 55 gallon and 10 gallon which I run. Still they were a very nice experience as a child. I enjoyed watching them, and they fostered my love for aquariums today.

My first pet was our family dog, Sarge, who died when I was 7 years old. He followed me everywhere! The first pet I truly had for my own was a cocker spaniel puppy my parents bought me after sarge died. I named her Lady. I can still remember sleeping on the kitchen floor with her so she wouldn't cry all night when we first brought her home!

My parents already had our first pet when I was born, Patchy a Jack Russell cross. Patchy was an amazing companion, he died when I was eight but he had lived for eighteen years. The first pet I got myself was when I was ten and was a rabbit, I used the very original name of Thumper. We got him when he was only eight weeks old so he was tiny. He looked like a wild rabbit and had a fetish for playing with footballs. My parents only agreed to get me a rabbit because they thought they only lived for 4-5 years. Thumper beat everyones expectations and passed away at the old age of ten.

When I was younger my family had a pet iguana named razor head. He is the first pet I can remember having. He was a pretty neat critter. I remember hearing a story about how he once got out and the neighbors saw him walking down the street. My mom had to go out and bring him back home. I even remember hearing about my brother bringing him on walks lol. I was pretty young at the time so I can't remember actually interacting with the iguana much. I do recall that he passed away after a few years of being our pet and we buried him in a shoe box. Other then that we had a big black lab named "Babe" who I loved to play with.

My first pet, if you can really call her "mine" was a Smooth Haired Fox Terrier my parents bought when I was around four years old. We had her from an eight week old pup and she would go everywhere she could with me. She died in my arms of old age at 15 years old.

My first pet was a dog named Fat Boy. Fat Boy is a slang term for a Harley Davidson motorcycle. His original owners were motorcycle fans. Fat Boy would not answer to any other name.
He was a sweet dog who is gone now. Rest in peace, Fat Boy.

When i was 12 years old i have my first pet and that was a dog i really miss him .

I got three pets all around the same time at the age of 5. I had a two goldfish named Pegasus and Captain Cargo (yes, yes really. My brother named him). I also had a pet fuzzy caterpillar, Cactus. The two goldfish died two years ago (I am now 13) at the same time. Cactus was released when we moved to our current house a month into his captivity.

My first pets were fish when I turned three. One was a tiny eel-like thing, and the other two were more convential looking fish, one was yellow and one was blue. After the first day, I never saw the eel one again. It basically crawled under the rocks and died. The other two got flushed when we moved out of our apartment a year or so later. Sad. I never felt close to them, and they were kinda boring, so it turned me off to fish as pets for life. They just don't do it for me, I guess

The first pet I had that I could actually touch were a couple of cats that my dad kept. They were named Gizmo and Fred. Fred was grey and white, and Gizmo was white with orange spots. I didn't get to see them that often, because my parents were separated, but they always seemed to remember me. Gizmo was my favorite and would cuddle with me while I watched cartoons in the afternoons. They were awesome cats, and are a big part of the reason that I have a cat now. ^_^

When I was a child I had of habit of collecting strays, so I wasn't constantly sneaking animals in the house. Lol, my mom would check my room, the garage, and the basement every night to make sure I hadn't snuck something in.

Usually we would have to take the animals to the Humane Society [ I visit the shelter monthly and volunteer all the time, a lot of the old workers have known me since those days as kid] but she would let me keep one every once in awhile. The first was a cat that I allowed my baby brother to name, he decided on Brassy. Brassy was a character. She could often get into fights with the other neighborhood cats, go on day long adventures...returning randomly a few mornings later, scratching at the door. She loved to follow me when I went to our creek to catch snakes.

Sadly, she was hit by a drunk driver. It was devastating =[

I had rabbits and hamsters when I was a young kid but it was not as nice as having a dog. Rabbits die very quickly because of overfeeding. They just don't know how to stop eating. They will finish whatever food you put in, no matter how full they already are. As with hamsters, they will just keep on biting you. It's very difficult to train them. They are really just like rats who don't seem to be able to interact with people. They also sometimes eat their own child. It was also very messy to maintain them, as they would literally make a mess of their cage. I've also experienced losing hamsters because they kept on biting on their cage just to be able to escape.

Dogs for me are still the best, and I only had it in recent years.

I'm here and its an interesting topic. I grew up on my childhood days with my grandparents with their gentle and sleepy saint bernard. He's name is george, they still have a painting of him in the old house and I always remember soft he is to cuddle with.

My first pet was a dachshund/cocker spaniel cross that I named Charlie. I was thirteen. We didn't haven him long--maybe six months--and he contracted rabies and had to be put to sleep. It broke my heart. I didn't have another pet of my own until I was in my twenties. I still feel the loss today.

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.

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.

My first dog was a Cocker Spaniel named Frosty. He was a black and white colored dog, but mostly white. My mom named him Frosty because it reminded her of ice cream. I remember getting the dog when I was around nine. My job was to feed and give Frosty water. Unfortunately, I hated the job and was upset that I had to do it. My mom had to yell at me each day to feed the dog, and sometimes I would forget. I think that if I had the chance to pick the dog out, I might have had more interest in the dog. Years later Frosty died. I felt sad, but at the same time relieved.