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My niece walked into my father's "hunting room" with all the animal heads on the wall. She was so concerned as to what happened so we told her they all went to heaven. She responded with "just their butts?"
When I was little we took my dog, Toffy, to the SPCA, supposedly to be adopted. My parents told my brother and I that our dog had gone to a lovely family that lived on a farm that had lots of space for Toffy to run around on, and that she was very happy. It was only after watching a Friends episode, years later (I was in my late 20s) that I realised that Toffy had in fact been put down. I was shocked, believing all this time that she had been on a farm and enjoying every minute of it!
when i was little my pet fish died my mom told me that butterfin (my fish) got out of the fish tank and got on a plane to San Fransisco.(we live in arizoana)
When I was small, I had dozens and dozens of goldfish over different periods of time. When my fish died, I was sad, but when I got a new one I believed that it was simply the old one back from the dead (I named my goldfish the same thing every time: Sparkly :)
When I was little i had a goldfish named Jaime, when he died my uncle told me that he had gotten him a job at SeaWorld, I believed him till I was 12
On the morning I started my period I found my guenea pig dying on the floor at the bottom of his cage outside . I put him in front of the fire but he died anyway . I wondered for years if I had put some kind of hormonal curse on him.
when i was 3 or 4, my dog died and my dad told me but i didn't know what it meant. about a week later, my mom was dying her hair. till i was five i thought my dog was transfered to a higher class beauty salon in Australia.
You know how when a kid's pet dies and the parents replace him without the kid's knowing and say he came back to life? Well, for me it was the opposite! I accidentally injured my pet gerbil Timothy and there was blood and everything and we thought he was dead, but he revived somehow! But for years I thought my parents had replaced him behind my back. I believe them now, but I still have no idea how that happened. Wierd.
When I was about 8 or 9, while at school, my cat passed away. My Mom didn't want me to know what happened, so to spare us the pain and grief, she told us He had gotten married and taken a job in Arizona. (We lived in Chicago) For years after, I was mad at my cat for not writing or calling!
I didn't find out until 2 years ago what had really happened!
I am 35 Now!
When I was a kid, my cat disappeared and my dad put a cross under the tree in our backyard with Puss, then M.I.A. underneath. I always thought that some evil person named Mia had stolen my cat.
I realised a few years later that M.I.A. meant Missing In Action, and that she had died.
When I was little i had a pet caterpiller that lived in a jar and my mother wouldn't let me take it inside the house. I live in Canada so when winter came it was COLD and i was afraid the caterpillar would freeze to death.
At this point I came up with the brilliant idea of "why don't i just put him in the microwave?" After doing so I was petrified to see my first ever pet burst into flames.
When i was littel i had pet fish and when every they died my mom wold say they wher playing hide and seek then go get a new one.
My little niece asked me an astonishing question one day: "Can you get to heaven in a garbage truck?" When I asked her why she wanted to know, she said, "Because Daddy put my dead kitten in the trash." I told her that, yes, beyond a doubt, that garbage truck took Fluffy right to heaven!
My son bought his two daughters both a floppy ear rabbit to teach them responsibility of caring for animals. He bought them "special rabbit food" and built a pen in the backyard for the rabbits to sleep in. Each morning before they would go to the baby sitters they would feed their rabbits a bit of "special rabbit food" and give them a big hug and every evening when they came home they would get their rabbits out and bring them in the house to play. These rabbits were really spoiled and very well taken care of. Well about six weeks later my son came home early from work and found that the youngest daughters rabbit had died. He knew the girls would be heart broken and they had been so careful to take good care of their rabbits. He calls my husband and tells him to run to a pet store and buy another rabbit like the one who had died. My husband gets to the store and can't decied which rabbit looks like the deceased rabbit. My son is in the process of burying the rabbit and my husband calls him and tells him he needs a more detailed description of the bunny to try and get a good match. So my son has to dig up the deceased rabbit and describe every spot and marking of the rabbit to his dad. Well grandpa is convinced that he has found the perfect decoy rabbit to slip back into the cage before the girls get home.
Sure enough as soon as the girls arrive home they run to get their bunnies out to play with them. All at once my son and husband hear the girls screaming, "Oh, my gosh....oh my gosh". Their first thoughts are on no another rabbit has died and they run to the girls and ask what is wrong. The youngest daughter turns around with a huge smile on her face and holds up her rabbit and says, "look how much he's grown.....I feed him extra "special rabbit food this morning". To this day both granddaughters still talk about the growth spurt of the bunny from eating so much "special rabbit food" while father and grandfather chuckle in the background because they know that grandpa was told everything about the markings for the replacement bunny except what size he was.
I used to believe cats could not die (until I saw what was left of one crushed by a car).
Not my belief, but a friend's. She flushed her dead goldfish down the toilet and ever since won't you use that toilet because she believes the fish is going to came back up and bite her butt.
I used ot believe that when people were buried, their bodies were like seeds that caused tombstones to grow. I waited and waited for that tombstone to come up when we buried my dog in the backyard. Yeah, it never did.
When my cat died I asked where he was and my dad said he died. I asked what that meant and he said it meant he had just stopped moving. So I thought when animals died they just completely ground to a halt and wouldn't move.
i never under-stood what'put to sleep' ment. i thought they'd give the animal a tray of warm milk, and sing lullabyes until my friend found out that i didn't know in 4th grade, and told me.
i wish she hadn't, i was depresed for a few days after
I used to believe there was a special heaven or hell for every single type of animal. But some only had a hell, like a pit bull, and others only had a heaven, like a dachshund (wiener dog for you people who don't know).