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When I was around three or four, our cat Critter died. When I wondered where she had gone, my older sister told me that Critter was in a hole in the ground because she got too old.
That left me with the image of my cat underground with a long grey beard.
when my brother and I where kids, we used to have a dog called Jewls. She had been in the family for 16 years. When she died I was 8 and my brother 5. My father explained to us how Jewls had gone to heaven. The next day my mother was surprised to see my brother throwing sticks high up in the air, so she asked him what he was doing and he answered: I am playing with Jewls
I remember one really traumatic moment when my mother was talking to my sister about the "pound" and how they kill animals there. I heard "pond" and I imagined this big cement pond with people drowning animals. I really couldn't get over the fact that I wasn't allowed to have a dog and people would kill dogs. It took a few years before I knew it wasn't a big pond for drowning dogs and cats.
When I was a little girl my Dad told me that if horses laid down they would die.
I was in my thirty's before I found out otherwise.
When I was little, I believed that animals died the way they did in the cartoons - they just flopped down on their backs and put their feet in the air.
I firmly believed that until one day. I saw a squirrel run across the street and get hit by a minivan doing over fifty (in the suburbs). Needless to say, it has remained one of my most vivid memories.
When I was about 7, we had a goat by the name of Claude. He disappeared one day, and my parents told me he had gone to live on a farm, as he wasn't suitable for the rainforest where we lived. It was only when I was 25 that my mother told me he was eaten alive by dingoes (wild dogs native to Australia), and they were his horns sitting above our friend's fireplace in the house where I used to play often as a child.
My cousin used to have a pet named Pamster the Hamster- it was a vicious little beast that bit everyone's fingers. One day her mother heard her calling "Look, Mommy! Pamster's letting me pet her!" And it certainly was... lying very, very quietly...
I used to think think that meat was taken from animals like an operation and they recovered afterwards. i was horrified when i discovered the truth and I'm now a vegetarian!
When my sister was younger she believed that all animals had the right to be warm, this included chickens. However, chickens were outside animals, and could not be let inside the house.
One particular day when it was extra windy, my sister decided that it was the perfect time to "warm" up our poor chicken. So she stood on the outside wall of our laundry room and held the chicken up to the heat vent. Slowly but surely the chicken took in more carbon monoxide fumes than one could handle at any given time.
That's one chicken that didn't take off running after it lost its head...
I had a pet worm that I found outside. I didn't know that worms had to stay moist, so I played with it drying it out. Then it just broke in half, and I tried to tape it back together but it didn't work. All the brown stuff leaked out. So I put it in a piece of paper and buried it in my backyard. I thought that after I buried it, a bird dug the body up and ate the remainds. I felt so horrible. I cried for so long. I still think a bird ate it because the paper isn't there.
When my dog died when I was 6, my parents said I should bury her in an old jacket I used to wear so that she wouldn't get cold when she went to heaven.
I spent many a night looking out of my window after that, waiting to see my dog wearing my jacket, walking away from where we had buried her. I thought it odd that she had to be buried if she was going to be walking somewhere after she was dead.
I learned the truth eventually, but never regretted burying her in my jacket.
I used to believe that when my rat (Ms Peaches) died that she came back as a bird that flew into our house... I still believe it now
I used to believe that the way you knew when people were dead was when their toungue was sticking out.
My aunt and uncle had a pond across the street from their house....we used to skate on it in the winter. There were gold fish living in this pond that would get frozen into the ice....you could see their orange bodies suspended in the ice. I used to believe that when the ice melted in the spring...the goldfish would be released into the pond and swim away...frozen for the winter, and back to normal in the spring.
When I was really little, my aunt's dog died. I didn't know what death was, I just knew the person went away and it was sad. And they couldn't ever be brought back. So when the dog died, I imagined Woody slipping through the floor until only his head was above the ground, and my aunt was crying, and then he went under. I don't know how I got that idea....
I used to believe that when my dog De-De died, that just ment she had to live in the ground from then on. My friend Kelly and I tried to dig her up in the back yard so we could visit with her. My mother stoped us in time.
I used to believe that when my animals died they would go to animal hevean. All the animals would get a long together up there and they would all become friends.
when i was little i learned that hamburgers were made out of dead animals and when my hamster died the next time we had hamburgers i save the burger in a little box because i thought my hamster was in it.
When I was about 3, our chihuahua, Mickey, died of old age. My father didn't quite know how to explain death to me, so he told me Mickey died because he barked too much. Then for years my dad wondered why I would tell barking dogs to shut up or they were going to die! When he asked me about it one day, I told him that's what he told me, and he about fell off his chair laughing. I was mad- Dad had LIED to me! And worse, I'd believed it until I was 12!
My sister had gotten one of those cheap goldfish that you can win at school fairs. After a week or so it died and my mother did not want to upset my sister so she told her that it had "gone to Toledo". My mom thought she was so clever thinking she had convinced my sister that the fish had just moved away. About a year later, a family friend had died and my sister asked my mother, "Do dead people go to Toledo too?" Apparently, my mother wasn't that slick afterall.