I've had so many pets in the past, my first ever pet being being a female chihuahua (which we unironically named catty), which my mom sold for a reason I don't remember (I was still a toddler)
Then I was gifted a goldfish iirc or some kind of small orange fish by a classmate in kindergarten which died within a few days because it exploded as a result of me overfeeding it
Then I got hamsters, initially 2 (female and male), male died so we bought another one to accompany the female but she didn't like him and we would always hear yelling in the cage but the she gave birth to a pup and me being the dumbass kid I was at the time I touched the pup and it didn't take long for her to eat it, and she shortly died after. Only the male was left which I accidentally killed after playing with him outside of the cage
Then I got 2 bunnies (they were caged), both died after (I think) I overfed them, first one dying around a week and the second one a day or two after the first one
Then we got 2 turtles, 1 being way bigger than the other, and one day it just suddenly eat the head off of the smaller one, and thats when I fully lost interest and just kept it in its cage there in the kitchen (we fed them really well, I don't understand why this happened). My dad got rid of it years later because it was taking up space
Then my cat, which stayed the longest out of them all, and was personally my favorite (she was extremely affectionate and really intelligent), my dad kicked her out the house so many times but she always comes back within the same day or the next day but during one of those incidents she mustve been fucked by another streetcat because she started showing signs of pregnancy and shit, she ended up giving birth to 3 kittens in our balcony because my dad refused to take her to the vet to ensure everything went well, 1 died immediately, 1 died a day later, 1 survived but seemed to have an issue with its left eye. Before we moved out of the house my dad took both her and the kitty and put them in a trash bag which he tied, and drove all the way to the middle of the desert to throw them there and drive away (apparently the new place didn't allow any pets, but it took me just 2 months to figure out that was a lie by my dad to get rid of them because he hates animals)
Then I got another cat, this time a Himalayan male, which after only 4 months mysteriously disappeared from the house!, according to my parents
Then my mom got me a Japanese spitz dog named cloud (the shelter named him that, and I thought it was a really suitable name because he was fully white so I kept it) probably after she realized how everytime I had a pet it almost always ended in a fucked up way and felt bad but he couldn't even stay a single week after she returned him back to the shelter because my dad lost his shit and turned the entire household into a hellhole all because we got a dog and he hates animals
That was the most recent and last time I got a pet, around more than a year ago