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My first (and only) heartbreak happened when I was a child.
When I was about 4 years old, my parents had bought a puppy boxer named Fanny. She was the cutest puppy one could imagine and I know they paid a fortune for that puppy. She was from a very serious breeder and not from a puppy mill and had all her papers and vaccinations.
One nice summer day, Fanny and I were playing in the backyard and she had the habit to jump on people, I guess because she wanted to play. That fateful afternoon, I was running and she jumped on me from behind. I got scared and raised my elbow to get her off my back. Off she went alright but straight to the ground and did not move anymore. I had broken her neck with my elbow. I screamed and my mom realized that something was wrong. She came with a mirror and held it in front of the puppy's mouth but nothing happened. No steam on the mirror and my mum simply said "she is dead".
It was an accident but it felt as if my heart was ripped out of my chest. She was my baby, my everything because I was the one that took care of her practically 24/7. To this day, her glassy open eyes are burnt in my memory. The worst was to come yet.
Later in the afternoon, someone either from the animal shelter or from the authorities came to collect her body. They lifted her into a brown bag lined with plastic and sealed the bag. Later, my mum told me that the word "CADAVERS" was written on the side of the big brown bag. When they took my puppy away, I felt as if I had reached the bottom of what is possible to reach. How could they put my baby in a "body bag". I wanted to bury her in our backyard and give her a decent funeral. I think that at that time I vomited from sorrow and emotional stress.
Since then, I never wanted a pet anymore. The thought to have to part one day from a being that one loves so much seemed inhuman. To this day, I love animals dearly but I could not own another one anymore.
That's heartbreaking, and was surely traumatizing, especially if you were a child.
Of course - I had pain when parents criticized me, when bosses got angry at me, when friends ended our friendship, when churches made me feel guilty for being weak and vulnerable as an 18 year old, when religious mentors rejected me, how can anybody live more than a few months without facing some kind of pain in their social relationships?
Yes. The Chicago Bulls break my heart every year. I actually want them to attend my funeral and lower my casket into the ground so they can let me down one final time. 😂
Yes in Phila or brotherly love. Friendship has caused such pain, however, for the most part have avoided “the Family” incident.
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Yes I have.. when I was a kid a boy called me a “fat girl “
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