I agree.
We had a cat. She didn't live too long. She was all black. Since she grew up in a household that had boys, we were always handling her and playing with her. She had no problem intreacting with anyone who came over. It was sad to see her pass. I've always had a thing for black cats.
I commuted to college and, in an expensive area, stayed at home after that when I started working for about 3 years before my Atlanta chapter. Our dog, which I looked for specifically in the L.A. Times, lived between 11 and 12 years. She was a good guard, quickly figured out who were friends once they were inside the house and would calm down, and was a real morale booster on tough days. Like all working dogs, they are prone to hip dysplasia and that's what did her in. I remember when we all took her to the vet. For one, we took the Olds, with plush seats, when "her" designated car had a vinyl interior. She knew something was up. I held her during the ride to the vet and when he administered the shot. When we got back into the car, you could have heard a pin drop. That was different from the typical, and stereotypical, arguing that was par for the course.