I have had three pets my whole life. One was found on a stone/rock thing in the middle of a river with her cat carrier behind her and someone from our church found her there and took her in and asked people from church if anyone could take her in and my dad said we would. So yeah.
Another time we went to a shelter that was having a special outdoor event and fell in love with a teenage cat who was orange and fluffy and we drove home to ask my dad if we could take her home. He said yes with some convincing and then we went and brought her home. He thinks for some reason we adopted her without his permission though???
Our dog was a rescue just like our first cat was and she was found on the side of the road in wintertime in a box with her siblings who were all dead except for her. The people who found her obviously took her in but couldn't keep her and contacted my family (they knew my parents somehow) and wanted to see if we could take her. We met her and fell in love and our parents said yes.
All of them have lived longs lives and are all still living except for the first baby (may she rest in peace<3)