When I was around seven, mom decided on getting a playmate for our Pomeranian, Rusty. The second pet was a black cat with a white underbelly, which we named Soxy.
Today, after eleven years, my cat Soxy passed on to the great liter box in they sky.
He loved chasing the dog around, fighting for food and affection, loafing around, roaming outdoors, and snuggling up to us.
He was a good pet - I guess that's all we can really ask for.
I hope he knows that I loved him deeply, and that I tried to take care of him to the best of my ability.