This thread makes me so sad, and reminds me of my first pets.
I had two cats when i was very young(4 or 5 at most) and they hated my sister, because she pulled their tails, but they loved me. the first one ran away, and was never seen again. her name was Solo and she was black and fluffy, with white paws and belly, my parents were pretty sure coyotes got her, we have a lot near our house.
the second cat, Tua, was just like Solo, except he was gray. I woke up one morning when my mother was taking care of my neighbor's dogs, and she told me to come next door with her. My cat Tua was hanging from the neighbor's fence by his collar, it seemed he had slipped and his collar had choked him to death. It was a horrible sight, especially because i was so young.
After that i had pet fish, so Rest In Peace: Stripey, Flow, Finn, Blue, Sebastian, French, Gubbers and my first and last fish Tiny. Tiny was special, a Zebra Daniel fish. Those aren't supposed to live very long, but she lived 7 years.
We also had another cat named Domino, but we had to give him away because my sister had allergies because of him.