When I was a kid the family had a German Shepard named "George", after my Dad's supervisor at work. When I came home from Navy Boot Camp, he was 14 and I had to drive him to the vet to have him put down. We needed to use Dad's pickup and Mom couldn't drive it. (stick shift)
I now have an 11 year old feral cat named "Stormy".
We pulled her out of the storm drain at the curb in front of the house when she was a kitten.
Today she likes to divert my attention away from the computer.