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I have two male cousins who told me that when they were little they had a gold fish. They really enjoyed drinking coca cola and thought their fish would probably like it too. They poured some in the bowl and the fish swam around in circles at top speed for 45 minutes before it finally died.
when i was about 5 or 6 i got my first pet fish my mom told me that i had to take good care of him she said i had to feed him and make sure he was clean i gave him a bubble bath in our tub i never found him after i emptied the tub.
I Used To Believe That When People Said, "Cats Have 9 Lives" They Meant It Literally. So, I Always Thought That If I Saw A Cat Get Ran Over By A Bus, He Would Pick Himself Up And Start Over Unless He Ran Out Of Lives.
when i was about four or five, i got a goldfish as a pet. and i loved it. like, completely smitten. i planned to teach it tricks. i had had it for about two days when i went to go look in the goldfish bowl. to my sheer delight, the fish was standing upright in the bowl. looking back, i suppose it was dead but swaying with the motion of the water? i was thrilled and ran around my house yelling with excitement because i had taught my goldfish how to walk! as you might expect, my parents had to flush him down the toilet.
In first grade the teacher told us that "Curiosity killed the cat." When I got home I asked my older sisters what "curiosity" meant. Much laughter and no answer. So I decided that curiosity was a cat that went to sleep under the hood of a car and got mangled in the fan belt.
My mother told me that my cat had gone to live with an old lady who needed a cat to take care of her.
I sincerely believed her for a long time. As I grew up, it turned into a sort of a resentment.
Then she told me it wasn't true, quite a few years later, and that the cat actually met a rather horrible death.
I didn't know what to feel.
I was given a hush puppy in a restaurant when I was very young and didn't understand what it was. I thought it was a puppy someone had killed and 'hushed' so I didn't want it.. I exclaimed loudly in the restaurant, "him dead!". I'm told they all laughed at me... for good reason I guess!
If they got flushed down the toilet , the would go to a garbige dump andv get crushed.
I once owned a black bunny rabbit. It was A hot July afternoon and I decided that the bunny shouldn't be kept in the corner of the porch for shade since the corner was filled with spider webs. I set my bunny in the sun...and forgot about it.
I was so sad when I realized that the bunny had died of dehydration and I considered myself a murderer until i was about 6.
When I was little my mum said my dog and cat had gone to the farm (Which is, as we all know, heaven :)and I always wondered why my parents never took me to the farm to see my dog and cat.
When I was a toddler, my mother had a pet goldfish named "Ronnie." The poor fish met its demise when I poured dishsoap in its bowl, "trying to help Ronnie blow bubbles."
i used to belive that if you eat a slug you whould always have the slime that slugs have dripping from every hole in your body, then my dog eat one i thought he was going to die.
I use to believe that all bugs went to heaven but their heaven was our hell. That if you went to hell satan would have bugs annoy you.
When I was aged around 4 or 5 I had a dog that was completely insane. Well, one day he dissapeared. My Mom and Dad told me and my sister that they had taken him to a farm somewhere. I remeber asking my parents if they knew how Bruce (Crazy dog) was doing. They usually said they didn't know. Not until a few weeks ago did I find out that my Dad took him and shot him. I wasn't really devastaded, mainly because Bruce was toatlly crazy. Sad thing is, my parents decided to wait until I was 15 to tell me this...
I used to REALLY believe that all dogs went to heaven. So, in that case, it meant all cats went to hell. I always cried for my aunts cats at night for their soon to come eternal damnation... I was an odd child...
When I was about 4 or 5 I had a dog and a hamster. One day hamster just dissapeard. I was sure, that he escaped from the cage and stucked behind bed or someathing... few months later I was alone at house and i was absolutely sure (!), that I saw my dog swallowing a hamster. I tried to make dog vomit hamster and screaming to dog to give the hamster back. Yesterday my parents told my that the hamster just died. So dog swallowing hamster had to be somedind of halucination... But I believed that I really saw it for a very very long time. (sorry for english)
When people talked about putting cats and dogs to sleep, I thought it meant literally that-- that they'd somehow put them into a permanent state of suspended animation where they'd sleep forever. That seemed to me like a horrible thing to do. What if they had a nightmare and couldn't wake up from it? I was actually quite relieved when I finally found out it was really a euphemism for killing them.
i don't know where i got the idea from but when i was younger i used to think that when a dog was "put down" they took it into a huge dark circular room which had like a 100 ft drop into a burning fire and literally thro it into the pitt!!! i later discovered the truth(when i was about 14!!)
I used to think that if a fly didn't bleed when it was swatted, it would come back to life.
i used to believe that the dead cats on the road werent dead and that they just simply passed out cause they were scared. i told my mom this and she reassured me that once they woke up they would walk away and be safe from any harm.
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