Used to have two stray cats hand around my house. Ah, those rascals, Lucky and Twinkie. My tenant ended up moving and taking them. I have nasty scars from Lucky on my hand.
I used to have one Siamese fighting fish at a time when I was younger; EVERY SINGLE ONE called Sammy. I fed every Sammy well, but they all ended up dying eventually.
My sister currently has a hamster named Harry. The little man knows how to haul ass. You put him on the floor, he brown townyzes his surroundings for 2 or 3 seconds, then he goes Speedy Gonzales all the way to the nearest slot under a door or couch.
Then comes my two main pets at the moment, my rabbits Crystal and Chi-Chi (WHOSE NAMES WERE NOT MY CHOOSING). Crystal is a feisty little Hungarian dwarf rabbit that snorts like a freaking pig if you put your fingers into her house. I used to wear gloves when trying to take her out to play. Then comes Chi-Chi, who came from a family friend. She's a snow white, blue-eyed, overweight sunbather.
And lastly, my personal favorite, my previous rabbit named Dilbert. My neighbors found him one day in their garden, and they figured that "the kids next door would want this rascal". The first time I saw him was when I came home from a party and I was just about ready to sleep. I saw a shadow near my lamp and, thinking it was the enlarged shadow of a rat, I moved the chair to find this tiny creature nibbling on a carrot. He was my first pet that I really wanted to just hug all the time. I taught him to climb the stepladder onto my trampoline and how to roll around on your back like an upside-down turtle (mostly because I could tickle his stomach, which made him spaz out and flail his arms). He was mauled by raccoons one night.
How's that for sudden?
I only laughed because it was so sudden. its like "i loved her so much, we played every day. Then she died."