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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:39 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:42 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 10:30 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 10:50 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:36 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:37 am
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I had this fish once.... When it died, my mom didn't know I was following her, and she took it into the bathroom and flushed it in front of me. XD She said she felt really bad then. XD
...Then I had this beautiful red/white husky we adopted from the pound. Well, long story short, my neighbors--who had just moved there, basically--didn't like our dog because "their dog was too scared to go to the bathroom and peed in the house a lot".... It was a "half a double" house, so we shared a fence with them, and they refused to let us fix part of it, which was bent out of shape and big enough for our dog to get through. So we'd put cinder blocks in front of the opening, and they'd kick 'em over so our dog could get out (he was a runner. D: ), and leave their gate open. One day when they did that, probably for the fourth time, my dawggie got hit by a truck and died. crying It's a shame, 'cause had they not let him out, he would have been able to move with us less than a year later.... He would have loved our yard at the new house, it's huge. emo
(I'm really sorry about your fish. D: )
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:59 pm
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Freayn I had this fish once.... When it died, my mom didn't know I was following her, and she took it into the bathroom and flushed it in front of me. XD She said she felt really bad then. XD
...Then I had this beautiful red/white husky we adopted from the pound. Well, long story short, my neighbors--who had just moved there, basically--didn't like our dog because "their dog was too scared to go to the bathroom and peed in the house a lot".... It was a "half a double" house, so we shared a fence with them, and they refused to let us fix part of it, which was bent out of shape and big enough for our dog to get through. So we'd put cinder blocks in front of the opening, and they'd kick 'em over so our dog could get out (he was a runner. D: ), and leave their gate open. One day when they did that, probably for the fourth time, my dawggie got hit by a truck and died. crying It's a shame, 'cause had they not let him out, he would have been able to move with us less than a year later.... He would have loved our yard at the new house, it's huge. emo
(I'm really sorry about your fish. D: )
awww thats sooooo sad, u must have been really evil at ur neighbours! thankfully our neighbours are all nice! i had a fish then my kitty ate it. and i had a rabbit, then a fox/dog ate it. it was kinda sad. crying then a dog got 1 of my chooks. but i do have lots of sucsessful pets. biggrin i cried too when my fish died. crying
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 7:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 7:46 pm
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The first time I ever lost a pet was when I was only in sixth grade. I remember I was having a crummy day and then my mom told me my guinea pig, Pieces, whom I'd had for four years and loved like a child died suddenly - she said it was probably a heart attack. I remember I cried so hard and for so long. Then, the summer between seventh and eight grade I got two Albino gerbil brothers (they were the class pets and the teacher was moving and knew that I loved them more than any one else so she let me keep them) and since they didn't have names I named them Tom and Jerry (because one had a gray tail and the other had a tan tail). I loved those two so much and grew extremely attached to them. Well, one day I came home from school to find that one of them had died and I was heart-broken, but he was old and it was his time so I was just glad he'd gone in a peaceful way. Suddenly one night, about a month later, his brother got extremely sick. You could tell he was suffering, he wouldn't move, he had this blank stare and he kept shivering and it broke my heart to see him like that. When I woke up the next morning my mom told me he'd passed away during the night, I cried. The most emotional loss of a pet came for me about a year ago. My dog whom I've had as long as I can remember and whom I'd had for longer than all of my other pets combined was diagnosed with a non-treatable cancer that would eventually force her to be put down. At first she seemed to ignore it and wondered why we were all sad. She didn't let the cancer slow her down and acted like she normally did and she was always happy like she normally was. It all seemed too good to be true. About six months later, she became very lethargic and just lied down all the time starring mournfully into the distance. We took her to the vet and the vet set the cancer had spread to her lungs and she was having trouble breathing. She was put down right then and there on May 30, 2007 and I never saw her again.
Well, sorry that was so long and I'm sorry about your fish. And even though most people don't agree, it's not silly at all to cry for a fish, if you loved them that's just fine.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 8:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:21 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:43 am
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