A bunch, let's see...
One small dog when I was 5 or 6, died because my dad kicked it because it bit my dad. He was learning how to use the sowing machine and it came under the table and bit my dad. His automatic reaction was kicking, then we saw our dog shot out under the table and ran to the kitchen screaming/yelping really loud. It died shortly after that....
The following year my mom bought a dog from the market, it lived with us for about 2 days then it ran back to what we assume was its old owner, found it's corpse near the river bank 3 days after that....
Then we stopped having pets until we moved to America
We started having gold fishes. My dad bought a couple dozen and put 'em in a 24 gallon tank, they just slowly die one after another until none is left.
We also have 2 gerbils around that time. One died because it was eaten by something, we found a bloodly mess outside its cage one morning and it wasn't there. The other died because we exposed it to the cold.
That's when we get the hint and stopped having pets....
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Him: Ok, I have to ask, what do you believe?
Me: Shit happens.
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