I've had four major pets in my life, so I'll tell you about them.
First, there was my beautiful cat, my "first baby", Aralia
. She was originally my uncle's, but he developed severe allergies and gave her to us when she was 15 years old. She only lived with us two years- she died right before my 18th brithday, but we were so close. She was named afer the Aurelia flower, because she was so ladylike.
Then, there was Boo Kitty
. When we got her, her name was Boo, and we were considering changing it to something that sounded more like a real name, but then someone told us that "Boo" is the Chinese word for "no" and, since she was such a naughty kitty, we ended up just calling her "Boo Kitty". Poor cat. We ended up rehoming her because of social and behavioral issues that, after three years of working on, just wouldn't change. Long story short, a friend of a friend of a friend found her a home as a barn cat in the stables of a multimillionaire. We've kept in touch, me and the lady- Boo Kitty has taken over the place.
Then there was Shayna
. She was my Hubby's dog, before I met her. He named her Shayna because it means "pretty face" and she was so pretty. She was my baby, also. She passed away almost two years ago. I still miss her every day.
My other "baby" is my Princess
. I was working in a pet store whhere she was originally sold and I remember giving her her first bath, feeding her and how she used to climb up the bars on the pen and jump over to get to me. And how noisy and annoying she was trying to do so.
She was such a pretty puppy and such a prima donna, that I told my boss that, although I really prefer more "name" sounding names for pets, if she was my puppy, I would have to name her Princess, because that's what she is. If I had only known! Four months later, they tried to bring her back to the pet store and wanted to get rid of her. (Apparently, they thought she'd housetrain herself!) My boss wouldn't take her back, so they started calling around to stick her in a shelter. I was on the phone with my Husband so fast, so see if we could take her! He said we could and so we called the people back telling them to bring her in, I'll take her. They brought Princess back and she, immediately upon seeing me, must've known I was her Mommy all along, because she pulled out of her leash and literally ran across the store and jumped into my arms. (This tiny then 7 pound puppy, if you can imagine, jumping up to my arm level- I'm 5'7".) And then I found out what they had named her- "Princess". I just had to keep her name!