Last, and certainly not least - Mickey And Moe
Dime-sized when bought by my father in a pet shop for pennies, Mickey, and Moe lived for better than twenty-years...at first thanks to Dad.
As Roby, and I grew up, we also cared for them...changing their water, and feeding them regularly. Not shown is their aquarium where a triangular piece of concrete afforded them dry "land", and a place in the sun.
It was amazing they lived so long, what with being "played" with along with our toys, and electric trains, but Dad kept an eye on things making sure they survived two kids. They ate everything from apple, meat, fish, cheese, and the occasional roach that meandered into their domain. Super attentive, they watched our every move, especially at meal times. Moe, the smaller brown ridgeback died first...Mickey following a year later. Both were buried under a large Maple tree in the back yard in Long Island.