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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.
When I was six, my older cousin told me that the white rabbits in the neighbours' cage were an endangered species because they had red eyes. When I noticed the rabbits missing one day, I was told that the neighbours had eaten them. I was shocked! I ran to my parents in tears, demanding to know how it was possible that these evil people were eating endangered red-eyed rabbits.
(Needless to say, rabbits are far from endangered.)
once, when i was requested to take out the trash, i was frightened by an possum ... it was lying there on the ground, apparently dead, between me the garbage destination ... I was afraid to get closer because I had heard about how they pretend to be dead...so I didn't believe this one was really dead, but it was...
One day my pet goldfish had died and I had to flush him down the tiolet into the sewers. An idea sprung up ni my head. If a lot of pet fish die each day and are flushed, what would happen at the sewage treatment factory? I would think that the waste would be on a conveyer belt and somebody would be categorizing waste. They would be like "Log.. Log.. Oh! Another goldfish! This is my lucky day!"
I still kind of wonder about that today.
I believed that when animals like cows and pigs were put to sleep by needles like pets were. Sadly when I watched the news at age 9 I found out the sad truth.
When I was younger, I noticed how the dead animals on the highways were always at the SIDES rather thatn in the middle so I asked my mom, "How come people swerve to the side of the roads just to kill the animals???!!!"
This isn't my own belief but my 4 year old cousins (She did this 2 years ago for a 6 month span). When her older sister's hamster died and they buried it in the yard my little cousin didn't understand so everyday would go outside and stand over the hamsters grave and scream ,"Hammy! Hammy Hampster!! Come out!! Where are you!!"
"Why is that racoon laying by the garage? And another one! A baby one!"
"Uhm.. they're sleeping. Yeah, so we had better go away before htey wake."
"But their eyes are open!"
"Racoons are special animals, they're noctournal, silly. Go inside now."
Not knowing what noctournal meant but not wanting to seem any less knowledgible, I just agreed and acted to understand.
When my cat, Shadow, died of a tail infection when I was four, I was so sad that I drew thirteen pictures just for him and told my dad to mail the pictures to Heaven so that Shadow could see them. This was a yearlong hobby, until I found out that Heaven doesn't have a mailbox.
When I was nine or ten, I found a grasshopper and decided to keep it as a pet. I named it Hopper, I think, and I kept him in a shoe box with leaves and a drop of water. I kept him for several days, and after awhile he stopped eating and moving completely. I thought that he was sad, so I decided to release him back into the wild, a.k.a. my back yard. I put Hopper on the patio table and left him there, expecting him to hop away eventually. He didn't move AT ALL for the next couple of days, but for some reason I never realized he was dead. He was even covered in ants at one point, and I just brushed them off 'cuz I didn't want them to hurt Hopper. He dissaperad from the table after that.
It wasn't until a few days ago I realized that not only was Hopper dead after Day Two, but that the leaf I gave him was poisonous; it was the kind with milk in it. Poor Hopper!
one time i wanted to give my hamster a bath and i thought an easy way of doing it was to put it in the washer(because well yeah you wash stuff in the washer) so i put it in the locker lets just say my mom had that stain for a long time and i still feel bad about it.
my dog died when i was about 5 or 6, and we buried it in the back yard. i didnt realize it was dead- i didnt understand it, and about 3 months later, i dug it up, and carried it inside- bones and all, and set it on the carpet because i missed it.
when i was little my mom got me 2 turtles. a month later one died and my mom then told me it kiked the bucket. i thought for months that it kiked the tank and that was the end of it. a week later i went to my mom and asked "mom weres auroa!?" she looked at me and laughed i will never forget it!
After our dog died (when I was 4) he was put to sleep at 17( BECAUSE he was in pain, couldn't breathe very good, and was limping. A few days after he went to heaven I thought that he would be a bumblebee for all eternity.
I had a dog named Dee Dee that died when I was about 3 or so. I wanted to visit her one day, so I went into the back yard and started to dig where I assumed she was burried. My mother asked me what I was doing and when I told her she stoped me. I couldn't understand what was so wrong about it!
When i was younger i used to go and visit my grandmother on her farm. Every time we went there my brother and i used to get bought a duckling. When i asked my Grandma where the ducks from last time had gone she would tell me that the fox had got them. From this i'd somehow assumed that this fox had taken the ducks to live on his own farm. it wasnt until i asked my grandma why we couldn't just go to the foxes farm and take them back that i found out the sad truth...
After seeing "All Dogs Go to Heaven", I was convinced that when dogs died, that's really where they went. As if they had their own special Doggy Heaven or something. I didn't stop believing that till I was about eleven. I'm fifteen now.
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