When I was 11, i had two cats, I accidentally killed both. It has haunted me all the way until now. The orange tabby, died by licking goat wormer off my hand, and the brown tabby died because I was told by my brother that cats could swim. And I believed him. It haunts me everyday. I was smaller, but I feel as though i deserve to never own an animal again, becuase I might hurt it.