At least your folks made you understand the circle; my grandparents were obliviously negating it until the pet was in the soup pot.
Story 1: The Dallas sheep family
Grandma got some sheep and named them all by her favourite TV series, Dallas (yes, we saw that too and even made songs about it)
My cousin got to own Pamela, I got Sue Ellen and Donna (not speaking any english back then actually made this even more hillarious)
Although J.R. And Bobby ended up roast, as they were male, the sheep were supposed to live happily as dairy animals. However, Pamela developed some complications, could not process food and um...we got sent to play in the park, when we came back we found...lamb roast.
I still remember my poor cousin's cry: "YOU MURDERERS! You ate my Pamela!"
And actually except my grandma who muttered "what is all this nonsense, was I supposed to sit and watch the lamb die?" nobody could eat Pamela :) It had been personalized by my cousin's grief. It wasnt lamb meat anymore, it was Pamela's leg.
Story 2: the pure white rabbit
They were also raising rabbits and one day a pure white rabbit was born. I begged my grandpa to keep it for me and left to the other side of the country for 4 months.
I returned to find a...pure white fur winter hat Kept just for me, yeh. I cried my heart out, lol.
Perhaps things would have gone a bit better if our grandpa's would not have displayed such morbid sense of humor sometimes lolz