I was going through some books my mom passed back to me, and came upon The Autobiography of Foudini M. Cat. I recommended this book to her since she liked (and, in fact, recommended to me) The Art of Racing in the Rain.
Both of these books are written with the pet in question as the narrator. In Foudini, the pet is a cat, who is giving advice to a new, younger, cat in the family. In Racing, the narrator is a dog, giving advice to, and telling the story of, his human, a race car driver. Both books are touching, emotional, and any pet owner can relate. We can only wish and attribute to our pets the eruditeness of these animals. Both of these books would be really good for book discussions, too.
Although I loved both of these books, I wonder about the anthropomorphism of the pets. Reading books like this which attribute thoughts and emotions to animals has led to an inability, in me, to kill spiders. This seems to be in direct opposition to my omnivorism. I am sure, though, if I had to kill my own (animal) food, I couldn't do it. And I blame books like these.