I remember every single one that passed through my hands.
The hermit crab from Chincoteague Island.
White mouse, hamsters, guinea pigs.
Birds: Budgies, cockatiels, parrots, wild birdie fosters, a canary I smuggled onto a cross-country flight and who decided to sing in my totebag at my feet, and chickens including Roscoe and Esmerelda, my song and dance act.
A hawk that greeted me every morning in the tree by the stable, then brought the chicks one day, great horned owls who included me in the evening call. Ravens who
like to sit on the roof and bang on the gutters, and a roadrunner who comes to steal the cat food. I do not claim affection for the skunks who do the same thing.
Tiny red-eared slider turtles back in the 60s, who really didn't fare very well. I was 6 and nobody told me how to care for them
Black snakes in the stable I named and chatted with.
Fish of many varieties, though the koi were the ones I related to the best. Had one grow from a fingerling to a monster over 2-1/2 feet. We had to find a pond for him as he outgrew the giant aquarium he'd grown up in.
Dogs of various breeds and sizes, including many rescues on their way from here to there.
Horses. Many, many horses.
May these memories never leave me