Hope you're doing well with you pets. I had this experience once or twice when I actually enjoyed hitting my dog (yes I was a cruel girl then) and did terrible things. That was one short period. After that, I never did such things to her and tried to treat her well and lovingly. My dog died almost five years ago after living 13 years and accompanying me through the sad teenage years - my family, including me fed her well and did not do terrible things to her after. Not trying to excuse myself from the cruel things I did, just miss her so much and hope I could be there with her when she died. Until today, I still feel desperately sad recalling the moments when I hit her and mistreated her (I cannot describe what I did, too terrible for a cute young puppy). She was such a lovely creature and she needed, loved (or at least liked) me. Now, I have NO CHANCE to ever give her a happy life, never. No dog will ever be her. Looking back, I think one of the factors that contributed to my cruel behavior was my grandma's. She did not welcome the dog (makes sense as she truly does not need another creature to care for after raising five kids of an irresponsible man) and constantly hit her when she pooped or peed in wrong places. Besides, my parents' education to me included violence when things did not go their way. Were you treated badly by your family or did one of your family member not welcome the pets? Your reply was six years ago, hope you've walked out from the experience.
Is it normal I have the urge to hit my pets?
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Hope you're doing well with you pets. I had this experience once or twice when I actually enjoyed hitting my dog (yes I was a cruel girl then) and did terrible things. That was one short period. After that, I never did such things to her and tried to treat her well and lovingly. My dog died almost five years ago after living 13 years and accompanying me through the sad teenage years - my family, including me fed her well and did not do terrible things to her after. Not trying to excuse myself from the cruel things I did, just miss her so much and hope I could be there with her when she died. Until today, I still feel desperately sad recalling the moments when I hit her and mistreated her (I cannot describe what I did, too terrible for a cute young puppy). She was such a lovely creature and she needed, loved (or at least liked) me. Now, I have NO CHANCE to ever give her a happy life, never. No dog will ever be her. Looking back, I think one of the factors that contributed to my cruel behavior was my grandma's. She did not welcome the dog (makes sense as she truly does not need another creature to care for after raising five kids of an irresponsible man) and constantly hit her when she pooped or peed in wrong places. Besides, my parents' education to me included violence when things did not go their way. Were you treated badly by your family or did one of your family member not welcome the pets? Your reply was six years ago, hope you've walked out from the experience.