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When I was little I asked my mother how the "lucky rabbit foot" got color. (ie purple, blue, pink... etc) She told me that they dyed them. I thought that meant that rabbits turned colors after thay died!
When I was about 7 years old I had a little tiny parakeet named Sky. One day he wasn't looking too good but my brother had karate so I had to go to his karate with my mom. I told my mom that we needed to take him to the 'doctor' but she wouldn't stand for it. When I came back from karate I saw my bird laying on the bottom of his cage. I ran and told my mom that Sky was fine, he just needed some rest before he felt better and immediately explained that he was sleeping soundly.
My mother just looked at me sadly and told me we had to make him a bed ( which was a checkbox) and let him 'sleep' in the ground for a while. I suddenly realized what had happened ( my mom told me the same thing when my Grandma died earlier that year)and I cried a long time.
When I was about 9 or 10 I had a goldfish that I won at the school carnival. One morning I woke up and found that the fish had jumped out of it's bowl onto the floor and died. I ran into the other room where my brother (younger) and father were seated watching cartoons and asked what happened. Upon examination my father convinced both my brother and I that the fish commited suicide after seeing my brother's face earlier that morning. We still laugh about it even today.
I lived in Texas when I was five, and for the first time saw an Armadillo laying on the side of the highway. My dad, for my benefit (I guess) told me that the armadillo's like to walk to the road and lay down to "sun themselves" on the side of the road. At my High School graduation party, my father overheard me telling my friends that the armadillos in Texas will walk up to the side of the road to "get a tan". He immediately corrected me, and told me he should have just told they were dead.
when i was little, (sad as it may seem)my best friend was my cat.
one day on our way to school she got hit by a car, ran into a brick wall and ran under the house. when we came home i went looking for her.. i found her lying all stiff on the floor.
my big brother said "no.. she's not dead.. she's just sleeping.." it was nice of him to try but the fact that the cat's eyes were open and flys were in them didn't help much.. how dumb do people think little kids are? lol
At a dinner party we were talking about childhood pets, when my mother told about how her cat had become to old to live at home anymore and had gone to live in a home for retired cats, this had happened when she was quite young (about 10).
As the story was told she suddenly realised that the cat had, in reality been taken to the vet and put down.
The sudden realisation that she had never mourned her precious childhood pet dawned on her and she collapsed in tears, as the 30 years of mistake became clear!
My parents have a field behind their house and their dog would dig up the field mice and eat them. My children were spending the day with grandma and playing with the dog in the field. To their horror they watched the dog dig up a nest of mice that was full of babies, the dog was already full so he left them alone. The boys brought the baby mice to grandma to save them from the dog. Well grandma would not have the mice in the house so she told the boys to put them back in the hole and cover it with a bucket to keep the dog out. When I arrived to pick up my children they rushed to tell me about their pet mice and dragged me to the field. There they lifted a large bucket and started to dig up little dead mice. I asked them why they were playing with dead mice and I was told that they were just sleeping. You see, grandms said that mice lived undergound so they buried to keep them safe from the dog. They were shocked and heart broken when I told them that the mice had died
When i was about 5 our neighbor's goldfish died and she was unhappy.
The same day my parents took me with them shopping and i asked them to leave me in the petshop "as always i like watching animals - so they didn't ask why".
I can remeber it took me ages to steal a fish and i quickly put it in my pocket.
Later that day i went to our neighbor and gave her the fish i had thinking when its put in water it'll be oky again.
My friend was told that if a hampster dies it could be brought back to life by warming it up. When she found her hampster lying very still one morning she belived it dead although the hampster was just sleeping. Not having a microwave she quickly rushed to her oven in a desperate attempt to resusatate her beloved pet. unfortunatly to left the hampster in a little to long and it caught fire! what was worse, she believed the flames meant her hampster was going to hell!
When I was little my mother told me that dead animals on the road were "just sleeping." "There just sleeping Haley."
I used to believe that when my cats would die, they would turn into a butterfly. So all my childhood I spendt thinking how sad of a thing butterflies were......
When i was younger i had a pet rabbit called smokey. one morning when i came doen for breakfast mum told me dad had left the cage open and Smokey had run away but it was ok becasue he was off somewhere happily playing with other rabbits. I believed this as mum had no reason to lie, since she'd told me the truth about my goldfishes death. For weeks i was angry at my dad but eventually got over it. then a couple of weeks ago it suddenly dawned on me and i confronted mum and she finally confessed that smokey had infat died.
When I was a kid I had a pet hamster. After about three years my parents "swapped" it for a rabbit. I realised the grim truth about this so-called upgrade in my thirties.
my family's cat, tyronne, died when my sister was 5. my parents burried him under the big evergreen in our backyard. for years my sister thought that tyronne was just walking around under the ground in the backyard--that being dead meant that you lived underground. when we had moles that pushed up the yard, she thought that was evidence that tyronne was playing and jumping up!
When I was fourteen, my parents tried to tell me that my year old pet lamb and it's two older friends had 'gone to live on another farm'. This was a day or two before the freezer was restocked with lamb chops and mutton. They must have felt very guilty.
I had an ant farm when I was a child. Somehow I managed to name most of the ants, as if I could tell them apart. One of the ants got caught on the little green plastic bridge when I poured the ants into the ant farm. He stayed on the bridge all the time, never moving, so I named him Lazy. I didn't realize he was dead until the other ants dragged him off and "buried" him a week later.
When I was in 3rd grade our neighbor accidentally ran over and killed my dog. It was easier for me to believe that he had done it on purpose than that an adult could have so little control over the world. Every morning for the next six months I would get up early and watch for the mailman to deliver his mail, then stuff his mailbox full of toads to avenge the murder of my pet.
When my Sister & I were young my Mother told us that the animals on laying on the side of the road were only sleeping (not dead). I always worried that the side of the road was not a good place for a nap because the animals could get hit by a car. I still like to think they are only sleeping.
When I was little I asked my mom why there were so many dead animals by the side of the road. She responded that they had been waiting to cross and had become mesmerized by all the passing traffic, and had simply died of dizziness and confusion. Not only did I believe this, I was convinced that I might die while crossing the street if I looked too long at the cars. When I found out that they had actually been run-over I was devistated.
I thought that oil was the remains of dead dinosaurs. Actually, since I have never really found out where oil comes from, I remain unconvinced that this is not so.