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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 used to believe that when my cats would die, they would turn into a butterfly. So all my childhood I spendt thinking how sad of a thing butterflies were......
"Why is that racoon laying by the garage? And another one! A baby one!"
"Uhm.. they're sleeping. Yeah, so we had better go away before htey wake."
"But their eyes are open!"
"Racoons are special animals, they're noctournal, silly. Go inside now."
Not knowing what noctournal meant but not wanting to seem any less knowledgible, I just agreed and acted to understand.
When I was young, we had a dog named Charlie. Charlie was old and my mom told me we were sending him to "the farm" to play with other dogs. I believed this until I was about 18! I guess it just sounded really nice.
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.
My friend's mom told my friend's little sister thatI when a dog died, it went to a retirement home.
One day my pet goldfish had died and I had to flush him down the tiolet into the sewers. An idea sprung up ni my head. If a lot of pet fish die each day and are flushed, what would happen at the sewage treatment factory? I would think that the waste would be on a conveyer belt and somebody would be categorizing waste. They would be like "Log.. Log.. Oh! Another goldfish! This is my lucky day!"
I still kind of wonder about that today.
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
When I was 6, my grandma's dog passed. After he died she adopted another dog who was rescued from abusive owners, as her other dog was lonely, and the other dog seemed to know he was passing, so she was upset. But I didn't grasp the concept of death yet, so one day, when I was visiting my grandmother during spring break, I asked her where he went. My grandma replied that "Doug (I think that was his name, I don't remember) has gone swimming with your dad's dog you met when you were little, and we adopted Chile (the rescue dog's name), so Pepper (the name of the other dog) will still have someone to play with her and she won't be lonely." So when summer came and I visited my grandmother again, I wondered why Doug still hadn't came back from "going swimming" after 2-4 months, and I expected him to come back. It wasn't until 2012 when I was 9 and fully understood the concept of death, knowing that he wouldn't come back. A year later Pepper had gotten a stroke and was put down, and then I knew that she would "go swimming with Doug and Sally (my dad's dog's name)."
we had lots of animals around the house and still do. one time, my gran's old dog died naturally.of course, i was sad as Tikka wasn't there anymore...untill my father told me she had gone to Cyprus. thing is, he travelled alot and one time,he had to go to Cyprus! i was petrified that he would never come back!
When I was aged around 4 or 5 I had a dog that was completely insane. Well, one day he dissapeared. My Mom and Dad told me and my sister that they had taken him to a farm somewhere. I remeber asking my parents if they knew how Bruce (Crazy dog) was doing. They usually said they didn't know. Not until a few weeks ago did I find out that my Dad took him and shot him. I wasn't really devastaded, mainly because Bruce was toatlly crazy. Sad thing is, my parents decided to wait until I was 15 to tell me this...
My parents told me when I was about 5 that roadkill animals weren't dead, they were actually sleeping. I believed this until I was about 10.
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.
I used to believe that if you put salt on a dead fly it would make the fly come back to life.
One day when I was like 7 my VERY old dog went under the house and she never came out and so after a few days I asked my parents, "What happened to Girlfriend?" and my mom said that she went on vacation and that she wasn't going to come home, I got all sad and so it was my dad's turn to tell me a bedtime story so he came into my room and he told me that she had really died
When I was little my biggest fear was that my beloved stuffed animals wouldn't come to heaven with me when I died. Every year for my birthday until I was about nine, I wished for that.
I used to believe that if you squeezed your fist very,very tightly you could not be stung by bees. Worked! Didn't work for wasps and hornets.
After seeing "All Dogs Go to Heaven", I was convinced that when dogs died, that's really where they went. As if they had their own special Doggy Heaven or something. I didn't stop believing that till I was about eleven. I'm fifteen now.
I was given a hush puppy in a restaurant when I was very young and didn't understand what it was. I thought it was a puppy someone had killed and 'hushed' so I didn't want it.. I exclaimed loudly in the restaurant, "him dead!". I'm told they all laughed at me... for good reason I guess!
When I was 10 my Mother's dog passed away. My Mom told me that she had just died at home in her sleep and that my Dad and Grampy brought her to the vet to be buried. (She didnt want to tell me that they had to make the hard decision to put her to sleep--they didnt want me blaming them for her death). When I was 20 years old my Mom was talking to my friend about her old dog and made the statement, "When we had Tammy put to sleep" I was mortified! I wouldnt have been upset that she was put to sleep because death was death to me, but the fact that for 10 years I believed she died underneith the dining room table and had to be brought to the doctors" My Mom had no idea I still believed that years later.