Only pet that was ever truly mine was my cat. DC (damn cat) was adopted by my mom and named by my sister. But he picked me. After I moved out, he got really depressed but would perk up when I came to visit. So, he moved in with me. I am quite allergic to cats. But we made it work.
He was awesome. He played fetch and passed a ball back and forth with me. We wrestled and play fought. He had weird routines. He liked to wake me up on the weekends if I slept in too long by climbing under the covers and attacking my feet.
I’m a “cat person” now. They are easy to relate to if you have that personality. I like my space and don’t need some clingy, attention seeking, pet. Cats will share a good moment with you and go on with their life. I love the dog we have now, but her constant need for attention gets old.
My condolences to the lost pets. On the bright side, you get the chance to find a new friend and learn a new cat.