death : animals - I Used To Believe

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when my first goldfish died, my mom flushed him down the toilet. when i asked her where he would end up, she said heaven. about an hour later, she found me screaming into the toilet, "hello?...god..please take good care of my fishy!"

Cherry

I used to believe that if you buried your pets in your backyard that they'd come back to life and try to come in your house. Therefor, it was always wise to bury your dead pets in someone else's backyard (unless you were fond of the undead).

Mariah

I grew up moving around because my father was in the Military. My dog Chester died when I was six and my parents told me had been stationed elsewhere and that he had been given orders to ship out to Cleveland. It seemed perfectly logical at the time so I fully believed them and was perfectly content with that answer for quite some time.

SillyMe

When I was little, we had a dog named Sebastian who had hemophelia. Well, one day we wer playing with him, and the next he was gone. My dad and mom told me that he had died and gone to Heaven. At the time I didn't know that he had a disease. So, what really happened was he tripped in a hole while chasing after a stick, and it jabbed into his throat. And he bled to death.

Laura

My goldfish was looking a bit wobbily and sick - I knew a few harsh facts of life and understood that sometimes pets had to be "put to sleep" and that this was for the best - so I flushed it. It wasn't until a few years later that I realised I had forgotten to kill it first.

Anon

My Dad told me that the big bales of hay wrapped in plastic sitting in the fields on farms were cow eggs.

Anon

i used 2 believe that once my hamster had died and come back alive the fact nearly evry month for a year i had a different hamster i always was told it was a special cangy coulr hamster no 1 thought 2 tell me it was a different hamster Did they?? well i know know but i musta had about 15 Sammi`s the hamster!

alomie

My pet rabbit got real sick and one day when I was at school, it died. When I came home, it was already buried. My mom said the vet came over and put it to sleep. I found out years later, that my dad had shot it and put it out of its misery. I was blown away (no pun intended.)

Anon

When I was 6, my mom took my sister and I on a trip. When I came back, 20-some of our barn cats were gone and only a few remained. My father said he put an ad in the paper and a bunch of really nice people came and adopted them. Much later in life I found out he 'donated' them to the university for disection and experiments.

Delaine

When my niece was around 3 her rabbit died. She was upset because no one would tell her what had really happened. She ended up going to my husband and asking him. He told her that her bunny had gone to college and that it would come back in 5 years after graduating as a full grown rabbit. She still believes it and is counting down the days until she's 8 (She'll be 7 in November).

Kate

I once overheard my older sister telling her son that the dead dog lying by the side of the road wasn't really dead, it just had the air let out of it.

Uncle Al

When I was a kid, I used to go to my grandparents' farm every summer for a few days. One summer they had a couple of calves, which I was allowed to feed. The next summer the calves were gone. I asked what happened to them. Grandpa said "they died because you fed them" and I cried for the rest of the day.

It was years before I was brave enough to ask my Mum if that's what really happened.

Gwen

When I was 7 my mother stepped on my cat and then had to kill it. She told me that a wild cat ripped it's neck out. For the whole week I was trying to avenge my cat's death..

Edward

I believed that all Cats were female, and all Dogs were male, and wondered why they hated each other, since they had babies (puppies and kittens) together.

Andrew Wade

I was told when I was about 7 that my dog was sick, so my Mother gave him to a friend who owned a farm so she'd have lots of space to run and play until she got better.

I was about 15 or so when I cracked the joke "bought the farm" and realized what really happened to my puppy.

Collin

My dog was knocked down and killed by a car when I was about 8 and my dad took it to his work to be 'buried'.
I imagined my dad digging a hole and placing poor 'Prince'in the ground with maybe a tear in his eye and a short prayer.
My dad however, worked for the local cleansing department, his job was to burn the rubbish.
It took me up until I was about 25 to work out that my poor dog had been thrown in the fire with the rubbish and cremated.
The same fate met my rabbit when it died.
Parents eh!

I grew up in New Zealand and one spring we got a pet lamb that we named 'rascal'. I was three at the time and loved feeding him from his bottle. He went away in Autumn and I cried until Dad told me would be back to have a holiday with us again next Spring. This went on until I was 8 and my brother told me that the lovely roasts every Winter were the lamb I had fattened every spring and it wasn't the same lamb! I went off lamb chops for about 2 whole days (they were my favourite)

Kate

Mr brother told me my cat had died because i left the microwave door open and hed been cooked to death. Little bugger.

Sue

When I was 4 two of my cats disappeared... we lived by a lake and I was convinced Ginger and Stripey had gone fishing and liked it so much they stayed by the lake and lived happily ever after.

I only remembered and realised how silly that was when I was in my teens, doh.

During our long journeys in the car to the annual family holiday in Wales, my brother and I would argue the whole way, (as all siblings do). To keep us quiet my Dad told us to play "spot the dead donkey"; thus the journey was spent looking out of the window for a donkey on its back with all legs in the air!

Gullible in "East Anglia"

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