When my children were little we had a succession of small rodents, hamsters, guinea pigs, but none of them lasted very long. The best one was my DD's hamster, it was nearly 3 when it died. We had a black toy poodle named Coco by my 3 yr. old DD. We lived in the country but moved into a small market town when he was about 10. He never learned any road sense, and hated cats! One night my DH let him out in the garden for the usual reason, he spotted a cat and was off. He ran into the road and was killed by a very upset lady in her car. Wevthen were given a parson Russell terrier. He was beautiful to look at, but a very angry dog. When he hit puberty he developed what the vet thought could be "rage syndrome". He was certain the house belonged to him. We couldn't move around, or sit on the floor! With regret we had him put to sleep, the vet thought this was the only solution. We found out later that all his siblings had suffered the same fate. We now have another Parson, a bitch called Weiser. She has been a fantastic dog, very gentle and loving, would let all my grandchildren fuss about with her, very longsuffering. She is 16 now and getting rather doddery and incontinent. I think she is nearing the end of her life. We want to move next year, into a retirement property of some sort, and mist of these stipulate no pets, so I think she will be out last dog. Oh! I nearly forgot about Magic. She was a cockatiel we had for a few years. Very loud bird, better than a guard dog! She gave a loud squark one day and fell dead in the cage. Must have been a heart attack we think. We buried her under a tree outside our house. Well that has been our pet saga.