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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 once overheard my older sister telling her son that the dead dog lying by the side of the road wasn't really dead, it just had the air let out of it.
When I was little (5 or 6 at most), I found a dead bird in the yard. I picked it up and brought it in to my dad, who yelled at me about the germs and told me to throw it back outside and wash my hands. I was so upset, because I had the firm belief that my dad could bring the poor birdy back to life. I mean...he could do everything else. Why not that?
once when i was little i was contemplating death and i asked my father if chickens went to heaven. he replied "i suppose they do" to which i said "it must be crowded."
When i was a young child i though that if you looked into road kill for to long you would be shrunk down and sucked into it.
i have no clue where this fear came from.
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)
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.
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.
I used to believe that when my fish died and we flushed them, they would go out to the ocean and live again, free.
When i was 5 we owned a cat named flora who died the same year. my parents told me that she went to live on a farm. one day we were visited my grandparents farm and i saw a cat in a barn that looked like flora. i went to pet it and it hissed at me. i went home and cried cause i thaught that flora hated me.
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...
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 Used To Believe That When People Said, "Cats Have 9 Lives" They Meant It Literally. So, I Always Thought That If I Saw A Cat Get Ran Over By A Bus, He Would Pick Himself Up And Start Over Unless He Ran Out Of Lives.
We used to have a pair of water turtles. One night we left the window open and my little cousin found them the next day. Since the water was so cold, he thought they were freezing and decided that a couple of seconds in the microwave would warm them up.
Well, you should guess the result...
When I was about 4, i had two pet goldfish who, when they died were replaced by my parents(which happened frequently)unbeknown to me. Eventually my parents got tired of replacing them, and decided after about the 10th visit to the pet shop,that that would be the last.When only 1 fish was left, they told me that the other was still there and living under the stones at the bottom of the tank, which seemed feasable to me at the time. It wasnt until i was in my teens and remembered this that i questioned 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!
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 I was three, I had a dog named Penny. She died of cancer and, since I was so young, my mother didn't have the heart to tell me. So she said that Penny went to live in a place where there were lots of other dogs and people to take care of them. I asked her if we could go visit Penny and she said maybe someday.
Years later, when I was 14, I was sitting in the car at the gas station while my mom filled up the tank when suddenly, Penny came to my mind. I thjought about why we had never gone to visit her when I was younger and only at that moment did I realize that she was dead. I cried for hours.
I used to have dreams that involved me dying at the age of 15 and coming back to life as a dolphin. I would then end up performing in Sea World. I would get on fine, until one day I spotted my parents in the crowd. I tried to yell at the "It's me, mum and dad! i'm right here!" But of course they wouldn't listen, and then I would feel depressed and refuse to perform for the rest of that day...
You know how parents tell their kids that their pets went to live on a nice farm when they have to be put down? Well, when my family and I moved into an apartment complex when I was seven, we sent our dog Muffy to live on my uncle's farm. I never understood why everyone looked so sad when I told them this until recently