Tiptoe was a very special cat. I had known him from the age of 4 years old when he was just a small kitten. Tiptoe was literally my companion. He would follow me everywhere and would always come to my room for a kip. I loved Tiptoe with all my heart. Tiptoe and myself would have talking conversations. I know that might sound strange but Tiptoe was a really big talker and would meow all the time as though he understood what I would say to him. Tiptoe was truely a special cat.

Sadly however in 1997 Tiptoe was involved in a car accident which caused him to loose his back leg. From that point things just got worse. The anithetic that was used when his leg was removed caused cancer around his mouth area and Tiptoe never truely recovered after the accident and within a few months he passed away and I lost not just a cat, but a friend and companion. I love you Tiptoe, you can never be replaced. You are truely a special cat and although you have passed on, you will never die because you are in all our hearts.

Jodie was the most miserable dog on the planet. I think she started getting miserable since just after she was born. She was a loving dog, but she did moan all the time for no reason. She was very protective however and used to guard the house very well. My first memories of Jodie are from when I was in Newcastle with my Nan and Grandad and my mum phoned my uncles (where we was staying) and told us about Jodie. My Nan didn't know what the bread of the dog was so she painted a picture of a vicious looking animal, but when we got home and saw this darling little puppy we soon realised she wasn't a cruel evil looking dog, but a lovely little red thing. She lived for many many years and only recently past away. She was very old when she died, if she didn't have cancer she might have lived another few years possibly. She was nearly 18 years old. I don't know what that is in Dog years.

Bobby was truely a "sh*t". I know you shouldn't talk that way about the dead, but in her case I think she wouldn't mind. She wasn't a sh*t by character, its just she used to eat horse pooh and we nicknamed her. The name kind of stuck and she even answered to the name. Bobby was my sister Suzannes dog and I first saw her within days of being born. My best friend at the time had some puppies and he was giving them away and we wanted a companion for Jodie and I said to my mum they had been born and she came around and saw this little runt just laying there - my mum fell in love and she had been with us ever since. Sadly, after Jodie had passed away Bobby became very lethargic and slowed down and she pined for Jodie. In the end she went off her food and sadly died in my sisters arms.

I know Millie was a rat but she was such a little darling and I loved her to peices. I don't remember exactly how we got her but I know that as soon as I saw her I fell in love. She was so cute and loving. She sometimes attempted to bite you, but I think all animals do that. She used to run around in the bedroom and she had her own little circus wheel that she ran around. Sadly when she passed away she was very old and I remember her dying. I think she died the same way as Toffee by having a stroke. No one put her down and she died after 2 or 3 days in agony and I hated watching her suffer. She died in my arms and I loved her to pieces.