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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.
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..
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.
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.
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.
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)
Mr brother told me my cat had died because i left the microwave door open and hed been cooked to death. Little bugger.
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!
I used to believe that the school rabbit liked the red berries that grew in the hedge. But then he died.
as a kid I was once given the job of looking after the school goldfish at half term. unfortunately two of them died so my mum feely guilty replaced them with 3 new ones. when I told the teacher what happened she said that's all right, we used to have one - now we've got seven. for several years I thought she meant they had babies.
One day our neighbour was walking his 4 year old son to school. Along the way the little boy spotted a bird in the gutter, so he gave it a nudge with his toe. When it didn't move he asked his father why it didn't fly away. His father explained that the bird was broken (i.e. dead). Instead of getting upset the little boy said firmly "It's alright Dad, the man will fix it." No matter how hard his Dad tried to tell him that the bird couldn't be fixed the little boy was adamant. The next day when they walked the route to school again the bird was gone so the boy turned to his dad and said "See! The man fixed it" and smiled smuggly.
My dead tortoise was buried in the garden - next spring I found a live tortoise at the same point - unbeknown to me my parents had bought another one but told me it was the original one. I believed this until early adulthood!
My pet rabbit disappeared and I was told it had been stolen - many years later I found it had been killed and we had eaten it!
Until I was around 8, I thought cows were killed nicely!
I once won a goldfish at the fair that only lasted a couple of weeks before it died, so my parents and I flushed it down the toilet. After that I thought that you could flush away any pets that you didn"t want anymore. My gran used to have a little black poodle that I hated so when I was round at her house once I tried to flush it down the toilet.