Tales From My Screwed-Up Childhood #12

When I was a kid, I had a dog named Ringo. He was an older dog and I was really young, about three or four, when Ringo became ill and had to be put to sleep. Of course, my idiot parents didn’t want to tell me that, so they made up a story. No, not the “he went to live on a farm” one. I was told that Ringo had been taken to the vet but he had escaped from his cage and run out into the road and then been hit by a car. I have no idea how any adult could think that was the better white lie for a pre-schooler, but that’s the family in which I was raised.

Begins to explain a lot about me, eh?

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