Besides the kittens and puppies when I was around 3 to 5 yrs old, there were a couple more events that took place....I had a dog, when I was a boy, that was my constant companion and friend.... my father killed her because she got pregnant... I was lied to about it, for many years, before my mother told me the truth about dad shooting her.
About 15 years before my father passed away, he threatened to kill a stray cat that I had been feeding (as we lived in the same apartment complex). Anyway, I told him I would kill him if he did. I would not have done that, but it felt good that I told him I would.
We moved soon after and I never saw the stray cat again, so I don't know if he killed it of not...I don't think I will ever understand the hatred this man had for cats and small animals, but they were targets because they were my pets.
The messed up thing was that my dad would do things to hurt me in order to punish my mother and things to my mother (or pets) to hurt me, so it was all a psychological mind *&%*@...especially for a young boy to understand why his father seemed to have so much sickness and hate inside of him. I grew up wondering what I had done wrong when in fact, I had done nothing.
I don't suppose I will ever understand just why, but I have every reason to suspect that my father was abused, but turned his anger outwards towards other people. I, on the other hand, blamed myself and took out the pain and anger on myself. I don't know why some people abuse and other don't, but I was never one to want to harm others and I am grateful for that.
I want to thank those that have replied to this thread, I know it is not an easy subject to discuss and I appreciate your sharing!!! I now understand why animals are so near and dear to my heart, why I get so attached to them, and why I am so protective over them.