
oh dear - where to start? I've had so many pets, many of them old when I got them...
Various goldfish, 4 gerbils - Jerry (my first 'real' pet), Willow 1 who died after only a week with us, Willow 2 and Tara
cats:
Tabby, my first cat who I had from a kitten, pts aged 11 from kidney failure
Nermal, his mother, died age 15 with thyroid problems
Shale, another of Nermal's kittens, different litter though. Died aged 9 from heart failure under anaesthetic at the vet for a routine teeth cleaning. The same day Tabby was pts... a dark day

Sid (Obsidian), Shale's litter sister, pts age 15, also from kidney failure
Purdy, alergic to everything, had a heart murmur and a 'lumpy' liver. pts from cancer aged around 13
Phoebe, 10 when I got her, diabetic, I never expected her to last until she was 18. She was pts because of an aggressive tumour on her jaw
Boo, 15 when she arrived, 17 when she left - heart failure
Star, blind from birth and my soulmate, the sweetest cat imaginable, he used to chat away to me. He was 16 when I got him and 18 when he was pts, also kidney failure
Min (Minou) a stray kitten who turned up the day we were burying my cousin, and the day before Star was pts - she was my 'therapy kitten'. Somehow I always knew I wouldn't have her long, she was killed on the road aged 5, just last year.
Cleo (aka Meezl), a 13 year old Siamese, superb and loving cat, she was pts with bowel cancer only a year after we had her
Mia (aka Wheezl), a 14 year old Siamese, a chronic asthmatic, I hoped I and the vets could improve her condition. we couldn't. She was pts just 4 months ago.
dogs:
Sasha - ex racing greyhound, a lovely dog who I took on from a friend who could no longer keep her. pts aged 11
Rosie - also and ex racer, and coincidentally Sasha's 'neice', she had a back injury sustained in the kennel which ended her racing career (she was quite good), and ultimately nerve damage from a re-activation of the injury ended her life too, aged 13
Shea (Shaman) - really my partner's dog, a Greyhound/collie/viszla lurcher. A cracking dog, there wasn't anything you couldn't teach him. He even went to crufts in a display team. He had some sort of congenital bowel disorder that vets couldn't identify or fix, he died aged only 9, well before his time
rabbits:
Tee, a rex doe, a truly beautiful rabbit with the most vile temperament.
Jazz, tri colour dwarf lop buck, much put upon by Tee
Fidgit, tri colour dwarf lop buck
Hattie, black and white dwarf lop
Bramble, tri colour dwarf lop buck, virtually identical to Jazz, but twice the size... 'dwarf' was only a figure of speech around him, he was the same size as Min the cat.
Horses:
My partner had ponies as a child, first Charlie a welsh mare, and her (surprise) daughter Lucky. Outgrowing them she got Kelly a 14.1hh grey gelding. I don't remember Charlie (who got spooked one night and broke her leg), but I do remember the other two. Lucky was around 28 when she died, Kelly was 35 and still going strong - he was pts because of a tooth abscess that we couldn't clear up, and we didn't want to put him through an anaesthetic at that age.
Ruby a shetland x mare who we got for driving. She was a superb little pony, brave but sensible and got us out of some scrapes! She also wasn't ready to go, but was pts at 21 as a result of a stupid accident - she got a puncture wound in the field, we didn't realise how deep it was and her fetlock joint got infected... after months of drugs, box rest, poulticing to no apparent effect there was nothing more could be done.
So, one candle for 27 animals, spread over 40 or so years... run free small furs, I'll see you at the bridge.