Have one cat that's an indoor/outdoor cat. He's 15 now and not going to change his ways. Had two upstairs cats. One died. Got another upstairs cat. The two do not get along, but it's all hissing and growling and stealing each other's food. Have an idiot of a dog. She likes to be where she's not supposed to be.
Two years later: Still have the idiot dog. Also have a 11-year-old, 95lb, mastiff-mix rescue dog. He and the idiot dog have settled their dominance issues with each other and now it's all about the jealousy for my attention. And treats. And walks. And car rides. The 15-year-old indoor/outdoor lasted another year and a half. The idiot dog has taken his place on my bed. The 95 pounder is perfectly fine not getting on the bed. The replacement upstairs cat has been replaced. The upstairs cat doesn't like this replacement either.
Had to take the upstairs cat to the vet to get a tumor removed. they wanted to send it off to test if it's malignant (the tumor, not the cat). Said no. She's 16 years old. Let's say it is. I'm not going to put her through the misery of chemo just so she can live another miserable, what, year? Two? So I'm watching out for hard lumps and discomfort, which can be hard to gauge given cat's disposition of hiding illness.
Upstairs 16 year old is now the 20 year old bedroom cat. Mostly blind and wholly deaf.
95-pound mastiff-mix died a few years back. Spots on the x-ray of the lungs and a growth pressing on the esophagus creating breathing difficulties.
55 pound idiot dog had cancer metastasize in the nervous system. Died a month ago at 13 years.
The other day I'm sitting on the couch when this one is brought in: 9-month old, 30 lb rescue that was apparently an outside dog. She absolutely adores me and will put up with the others as long as they are petting or feeding her. They call her "Ginger." I call her Grrl.
The intelligence of animals is sometimes amazing. Grrl has created a new game. It's called "Run as fast as she can and launched herself, front paws first, into my testicles."