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When I was small, my Dad told us many stories about his childhood. He had lived near a big forest, so the stories usually involved woodland animals. One of them involved a blackbird flying into the kitchen window (i.e. it hit the window and bounced off), and my Grandpa reviving it with brandy.
Fast forward to the day I was about 11, and a pigeon flew into my bedroom window and knocked itself out. Remembering the brandy story I ran to the drinks cabinet - unfortunately there was no brandy, but there was some vodka, so I force-fed the pigeon quite a lot of that.
It did not wake up.
(Other stories involved newt royalty and a squirrell getting a firework up the arse. It wasn't until adulthood I realised they were mostly made-up.)
I used to believe that deer on the side of the road were really just taking naps, but really they were victims of car accidents...
This is what my parents told me to shield me from the sadness of death and this is what I told my daughter.
When I was about 8 years old my beloved ginger tom cat Stanley died, so I wrote him a letter telling him how much I missed him and loved him.
I tore up the letter and put it in an envelope on which I wrote a message to my postman asking him to burn it.
I thought that if the letter was destroyed then it would go to heaven and god would read it to my cat.
I found out years later that my dad had found the envelope on the front step and taped it back together again and has kept it in his bedside table ever since.
I had a dog from the time that I was born to age 5 and one day my mom came home from bringing him to the vet and when my dad asked what was wrong she told him that they put him to sleep without even asking her. I didn't understand this and remember thinking - what's the big deal? So they made him take a nap, no one ever asks me if I want to take a nap before the shut me in my room. It wasn't until I realized that he had been sleeping for about a week and mom wasn't going to the vet to wake him up. I finally asked what happened. And my dad explained what the doggy doctor did because he had been so old. You can only imagine how I felt when my old memae went to the doctors that week. I was so afraid she wouldn't come back.
When i was younger my dog died, I asked my grandma where she went and she replied " doggy heaven" from then on i believed there was thousands of heavens. EX: doggy heaven cat heaven fish heaven.
my nephew and nieces' grandmothers dog for since they were born died, he said 'can we just tie a ballon 2 a puppy and send it up 2 God 2 give joe joe back' it was cute but so sad
When i was little i thought that if and animal died and you buried it, in exactly one day it would float up to heaven so one day when me and my friend saw a dead rat we buried it and the next day we went out to where we buried it to watch it float to heaven.
When I was growing up, my dad worked at a shipyard, and we'd go fishing there on weekends. While we were there, we'd see stray cats that the guys there kept around to catch mice.
So when our pets died, Dad would tell us he was taking them to work with him to live with the other animals. We believed him for the longest time, until I caught him burying one of our cats when I was 11.
I won a fish in a school carnival when i was 9 and didnt have any supplies for it, so when i got home i put it in an empty peanut jar. Fish food? we didnt have any so the food in our house that looked closest to it was bread crumbs. I sprinkled a few in the jar and that night i woke up to check on it. It was floating at the top of the jar on its side. It looked like it was asleep so i left it alone and woke up the next morning to see it still "asleep." It slept for the next 2 days until i figured out that i had to let it go
I used to believe that if you put salt on a dead fly it would make the fly come back to life.
When I was three or four, I secretly pulled my cat's tail to get it to meow onto a tape recorder. When the cat died several months later, I was convinced that it was because I had pulled his tail. I still felt guilty thinking about that poor cat, even years after learning about the digestive problem that actually killed him (and despite understanding that death by tail-pulling is not a possibility!) I think I finally stopped feeling this way at around 15 or 16.
When i was young i used to believe that when a animal died if the animal was bad it was turned into a cloud so when i saw a cloud shaped like a animal i thought it was once living & BREATHING organism i thought rain was these cloud animals spit and these cloud animals were being bad still
I remember when i was little my aints dog was very sick and she talked about putting him to sleep...I thought it was a great idea to put him to sleep and fix whatever was wrong with him...
I used to believe that dogs and cats would be able to speak to us when we all died and went to heaven. This is why sometimes dogs would stare at you - they were paying close attention to what you were doing so they could remember for the afterlife. I was particularly embarrassed about what my childhood dog might reveal about me, so I would tell her lots of stories to try and confuse her about what was made up and what actually happened.
When I was small My rabbit was very ill and my dad decided that he would put it to sleep so we woke and he said the rabbit had "past away" but then 4 days ago It came out and actually he had hit it over the head with a hammer.
When I was about 8 my dog got hit by a car and had to be put to sleep. My parents explained the vet would give her a needle and she would just go to sleep forever. I was so upset about this that I would cry for hours at night. My parents thought I was just upset that the dog was dead but really it was because I thought if she slept forever instead of dying that she'd never go to heaven. I didn't know why they wouldn't just let her die.
When my dog died, I was convinced she was still alive, just "Holding her breath!" I thought that dieing meant you just stopped breathing; I had no clue about the heart needing to beat...
Hey, I was only five!
I used to believe that I could pray for any animal that I cared for that passed away to go to heaven. I thought if I did this, one day, when I went to heaven, I'd have all of my animal friends there to meet me, but if I couldn't pray for too many because for each one, that took part of my place in heaven and if I prayed for to many, I'd never make it to heaven at all because I'd have given them all of my place there.
i use to belive that when people died they became animals. when animals died they became people. so when my grampa died i found a kittion. and i thought he was my grampa so i called him gran.
When I was 9 my cat called coco died of cancer. My parents told me that cancer was a angel that came and took her away because they wanted her in heaven because they liked he so much. then my next cat called honey got knocked down when she was 2. and my parents said to me that god killed her because he wanted her for his pet. So I went outside on to the street and yelled "SHES MY CAT NOT YOURS YOU DUMB GOD" i have been having bad luck ever since!!!