I have had pets named Quackers and Julius, creepily enough. Quackers was a duck I had as a pet when I was young, the only duck I've ever met that was terrified of water. Julius was a stray neighborhood cat I adopted while strung out on meth in Oregon. I was living in my car during the summer and during a heat wave he approached me where I always parked at night; all I had to offer was water, and after I gave him some he stopped by most nights for water and attention. That cat was by far the best friend I had all summer, and he's memorialized by a stuffed cat of the same name which gets the honor of sleeping on the other pillow on my bed (yeah, I really am that guy).
Good animal memories in this thread, I feel better after reading it than I would if I had gone to church today. Kudos Gaymelive.