Mine is going to be a much shorter story! I grew up with dogs, we had two boxers who took care of me since I was born, bless! The bitch wouldn't let anyone around her when she had her pups, except me, as she thought of me as a puppy too! :O)
Then my parents got divorced, and I went to live with my mum, and we took our little poodle Wenda with us, as the boxers never really liked her anyway. she lived with us until she was 13, and passed on. When Wenda was 10, we got a kitten, Lily, who at first was hissing and fighting with the poor dog. After two weeks though, they were best mates, and did everything together, so cute! I think Wenda thought of Lily as a baby, and took care of her. When Wenda passed away, my mum had already moved in with my step dad, and both pets had been having a great time there! Lily remained, until she was poisoned by someone, two days before I came home from Uni for my birthday. The day I came back, my mum didn't want to say anything, not to ruin my birthday, but I kept asking where Lily was, so she told me.
Birthday ruined, obviously. :O( I still miss her terribly.
Now I live by myself in Belfast (I'm French), I took on a kitten in September. Someone advertised in a free site, and I thought if I didn't take her, she'd end up either in a refuge, or dead. So I did. I've now had my wee monster Jessie for 7 months, and I wouldn't change her for the world, I'm in love! :O)
Sorry...long story after all! lol