Dennis the dog. I cam home from my first term at university and asked where he was. My sister looked at me and did a silent slit throat action. Traumatic. RIP Dennis.
My first pet was a hermit crab that died just a couple days after we purchased three of them (one each for my brothers and I). I was seven or so and my parents said, "It died." *Shrug* I was not emotionally invested.
My first *real* pets were two mice, Cindy (Cinderella) and Snowy (Snow White), that I got for my 11th birthday. My parents didn't have to tell me anything because I was in middle school when they died of old age.
A little puppy named Barbie. I was 4. She was run over by a car. I saw her corpse on the drive home. I got a nice fairy tale talk which included the all dogs go to heaven bit. I handled it well until I saw my grandmother, then I was uncontrollable for days.
We never had a dog die until I was maybe 17. My dalmation had to be put down for distemper after she attacked our other dog right in front of us for seemingly no reason.
Goldie the goldfish. I wasn't a particularly imaginative child. They told me that her tank mate, Jaws, ate her. She'd died and they flushed her in actuality. Not sure why they thought their story was less traumatizing.
tommy, shepherd mixed mut. he died at 16, i was like 7. i saw it happen but even if i didn't my parents wouldnt have lied to me. kids can do death just fine- and he went quite beautifully, i'm glad i was there.
Fugazi Enty trying to get first pet names so he/she can figure out security questions and hack yer accounts. Wanna know what town my mom was born in and my first girlfriend's name, too?
Puggy. And she didn't pass away, in our possession anyway. She got mean because my friend's evil little brother, Terrible Terrence, kept teasing her. She went on a vacation to the pound.
This still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when he told us.
This still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when he told us.
This still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when he told us.
Spunky the cat was my first pet, my parents got her before I was born. Nobody had to tell me anything because I was 15 when she died so I knew what was going on. Spunky was super-old and grumpy by then and people would always laugh when we said her name was "Spunky".
This still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when my father told us.
I had a cherry tree, uprooted in hurricane. Me and my dad stood next to and he well thats it sweetheart. We had a puppy ; given away for wetting all over rug. Thats what we were told. We had another dog, a german shepard that was great but just too big for the hoyse. Dug holes the suze of craters, hopped over 6 ft fence like it was a pebble, so we actually did find people upstate with room to run to take dog. I guess im saying, my parents didnt lie. Just told us why and that was it. We were kids and used to that.
Fluffy. She tried to kill my mother whenever my mother came down the basement stairs. So Mom called the SPCA, but told them they had to come while my Father was at work, because he would cry too much.
Another time, my Mom came home from church and found my Dad, my brother and I conducting a funeral service around the toilet bowl for a goldfish. There were a lot of tears shed.
My first pet was a dog, Sandy. We got her when I was about 18 months old. She died when I was 18. My mother told me Sandy had died. Before Sandy died, however, there were assorted birds, fish, and hamsters. From an early age, I was told they had died. There was no sugarcoating.
It was a bird named Freddie & when it died my mother told me it flew to Mexico. Mind you we were living in NYC at the time but I was 4 so I didn't know any better.
My parents always told us the truth about what happened with our pets, and I really appreciate that. My first dog was Migo. I have had a million cats and have no idea what the first one was.
I was told the truth. However I was told a horse I used to ride had gone to a farm to be with kids who can't do things I can do. So I thought she's gone to a place for disabled kids. 15 years later...*lightbulb*
my first dog's name was Hershey. I was studying abroad when I got the phone call my dog died. I just remember asking if everyone else was okay. I of course was devasted but trying to be strong. He was the best dog. Nothing can ever replicate your first dog/pet.
a guinea pig named rooty toot toot, they told me she had too many babies and it ruptured her internal organs and she bled to death. i was 5. i had visual nightmares about my guineapig exploding or dying from too many babies for years after that.
my next pet to die was a cat named pita. i held her as she died from cancer. i was 13.
my dad grew up with a little black pug that he dreamily recalls as being named "little black sambo", oh man my dad talks about this dog all the time and it was not until I was 22 that I realized what the dog was named after. ooooweeee
my dad grew up with a little black pug that he dreamily recalls as being named "little black sambo", oh man my dad talks about this dog all the time and it was not until I was 22 that I realized what the dog was named after. ooooweeee
Ugh my parents didn't have tine to tell me anything when they passed away. Poor sentence structure again.
ReplyDeleteI never had a pet.
Yeah enty, you dangled your participle. There are laws you know....
DeleteI really have no interest in reading peoples dead pet stories ---sorry
ReplyDeleteThis'll be fun!
ReplyDeleteKat biggest laugh of the day! LOL.
DeleteMuttley.
ReplyDeleteHe "ran" away.
Dennis the dog. I cam home from my first term at university and asked where he was. My sister looked at me and did a silent slit throat action. Traumatic. RIP Dennis.
ReplyDeleteDennis was named after Margaret thatchers husband. Yes he was.
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ReplyDeleteMy first pet was a hermit crab that died just a couple days after we purchased three of them (one each for my brothers and I). I was seven or so and my parents said, "It died." *Shrug* I was not emotionally invested.
ReplyDelete@Karen, your pooch is adorable!
DeleteYour Turns have been rather morbid lately. You OK, E?
ReplyDeleteMy first *real* pets were two mice, Cindy (Cinderella) and Snowy (Snow White), that I got for my 11th birthday. My parents didn't have to tell me anything because I was in middle school when they died of old age.
ReplyDelete@Seven, thank you! I'm hoping she lives forever, unlike all of the other pets in this post. :/
ReplyDeleteA little puppy named Barbie. I was 4. She was run over by a car. I saw her corpse on the drive home. I got a nice fairy tale talk which included the all dogs go to heaven bit. I handled it well until I saw my grandmother, then I was uncontrollable for days.
ReplyDeleteWTF is up with these Your Turns lately?!
ReplyDeleteHow I read this question: "Tell us the answer to one of your security questions."
ReplyDeleteSeriously tho.
DeleteWe never had a dog die until I was maybe 17. My dalmation had to be put down for distemper after she attacked our other dog right in front of us for seemingly no reason.
ReplyDeleteHe's name was Kitty. He didnt pass away tho. My mom through him away. that witch!
ReplyDeleteHarry the hampster. He didn't wake up. They just said he died so I buried him in our vegetable garden and no one in the family ate rhubarb again.
ReplyDeleteTuffy the cat. I just knew she had died because she was ancient(I was 11 or 12).
ReplyDeleteHis name was Spike. I was 18 so they just told me he died on the way to the vet.
ReplyDeleteGoldie the goldfish. I wasn't a particularly imaginative child. They told me that her tank mate, Jaws, ate her. She'd died and they flushed her in actuality. Not sure why they thought their story was less traumatizing.
ReplyDeletetommy, shepherd mixed mut. he died at 16, i was like 7. i saw it happen but even if i didn't my parents wouldnt have lied to me. kids can do death just fine- and he went quite beautifully, i'm glad i was there.
ReplyDeletesnowball my white cat...we took him with us to South Carolina for summer break and he "ran" "off" somewhere.
ReplyDelete:^|
Fugazi Enty trying to get first pet names so he/she can figure out security questions and hack yer accounts. Wanna know what town my mom was born in and my first girlfriend's name, too?
ReplyDeleteWhat was the name of your first school?
DeletePuggy. And she didn't pass away, in our possession anyway. She got mean because my friend's evil little brother, Terrible Terrence, kept teasing her. She went on a vacation to the pound.
ReplyDeleteTruth, Count.
ReplyDeleteThis still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when he told us.
ReplyDeleteThis still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when he told us.
ReplyDeleteThis still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when he told us.
ReplyDeleteSpunky the cat was my first pet, my parents got her before I was born. Nobody had to tell me anything because I was 15 when she died so I knew what was going on. Spunky was super-old and grumpy by then and people would always laugh when we said her name was "Spunky".
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ReplyDeleteSmokey the cat. Old age.
ReplyDeleteThis still chokes me up and it was a long time ago. He was a pure white german shepherd named Saint. He got hit by a car while we were at my grandfathers funeral When we came home, he wasn't there to greet us. I asked where he was, and that's when my father told us.
ReplyDeleteAndre. Poodle. He died of old age. I was 5 and completely traumatized.
ReplyDeleteMy mom told me he was dying. She was crying when I came home from kindergarten one day. I didn't have to ask.
ReplyDeleteGoldfish. Our cat at it, so my mom just replaced it. Over and over and over. No need to explain death to a preschooler.
ReplyDeleteate it. Cat ATE it.
ReplyDeleteJulie, a cocker spaniel. She was "stolen".
ReplyDeleteI had a cherry tree, uprooted in hurricane. Me and my dad stood next to and he well thats it sweetheart. We had a puppy ; given away for wetting all over rug. Thats what we were told. We had another dog, a german shepard that was great but just too big for the hoyse. Dug holes the suze of craters, hopped over 6 ft fence like it was a pebble, so we actually did find people upstate with room to run to take dog. I guess im saying, my parents didnt lie. Just told us why and that was it. We were kids and used to that.
ReplyDeleteFluffy. She tried to kill my mother whenever my mother came down the basement stairs. So Mom called the SPCA, but told them they had to come while my Father was at work, because he would cry too much.
ReplyDeleteAnother time, my Mom came home from church and found my Dad, my brother and I conducting a funeral service around the toilet bowl for a goldfish. There were a lot of tears shed.
ReplyDeleteMy first pet was a dog, Sandy. We got her when I was about 18 months old. She died when I was 18. My mother told me Sandy had died. Before Sandy died, however, there were assorted birds, fish, and hamsters. From an early age, I was told they had died. There was no sugarcoating.
ReplyDeleteIt was a bird named Freddie & when it died my mother told me it flew to Mexico. Mind you we were living in NYC at the time but I was 4 so I didn't know any better.
ReplyDeletehis name was Bingo/ we were told "the Mexicans stole him" hahaha ohMan, thats not supposed to be funny but it sure is
ReplyDeleteMy parents always told us the truth about what happened with our pets, and I really appreciate that. My first dog was Migo. I have had a million cats and have no idea what the first one was.
ReplyDeleteI was told the truth. However I was told a horse I used to ride had gone to a farm to be with kids who can't do things I can do. So I thought she's gone to a place for disabled kids. 15 years later...*lightbulb*
ReplyDeletemy first dog's name was Hershey. I was studying abroad when I got the phone call my dog died. I just remember asking if everyone else was okay. I of course was devasted but trying to be strong. He was the best dog. Nothing can ever replicate your first dog/pet.
ReplyDeleteJason, a dog. I was maybe 7 or 8. My mother's then ASSWIPE of a bf told me that I did a shit job of taking care of him and left him to die.
ReplyDeleteHe put the dog in a trash bag and put it into a nearby bayou.
I kid you not.
I hate that guy to this day.
Jason, a dog. I was maybe 7 or 8. My mother's then ASSWIPE of a bf told me that I did a shit job of taking care of him and left him to die.
ReplyDeleteHe put the dog in a trash bag and put it into a nearby bayou.
I kid you not.
I hate that guy to this day.
I hate the guy too. What an ass.
DeleteKit if it helps, I hope he is disposed of in the same way. Huge hugs
ReplyDeletea guinea pig named rooty toot toot, they told me she had too many babies and it ruptured her internal organs and she bled to death. i was 5. i had visual nightmares about my guineapig exploding or dying from too many babies for years after that.
ReplyDeletemy next pet to die was a cat named pita. i held her as she died from cancer. i was 13.
@rosie lmao
ReplyDeletemy dad grew up with a little black pug that he dreamily recalls as being named "little black sambo", oh man my dad talks about this dog all the time and it was not until I was 22 that I realized what the dog was named after. ooooweeee
@rosie lmao
ReplyDeletemy dad grew up with a little black pug that he dreamily recalls as being named "little black sambo", oh man my dad talks about this dog all the time and it was not until I was 22 that I realized what the dog was named after. ooooweeee