Sister, remember that there different ways of communication. If you can't bring up the subject face to face, you can call her. If you can't do that, you can send her a letter, email or snail mail so that you'll can explain each others sides without interruption.
Maybe its troubling you more often cos you thinking that maybe you, being the daughter, are also capable of same, and you just can't picture yourself ever being like that and its scaring you more than you can handle.
Are you like that ? If no then why are you worried ?
it does worry me that my mother was (is) capable of doing it. after all, she is my biological mother.
there may have been a very good reason for her doing that. if i had an inkling of a justification, it wouldn't bother me.
i know that i'm not capable of killing anything other than the odd fly, mozzie or cockroach.
SiriS
i'm not much of an internet surfer and you are right that i do sometimes try out different things.
this, however, is not an experiment. one thing i do like about this forum, is that people respond randomly and more objectively and honestly than in a one-on-one conversation.
i am after the objective opinion, even when it hurts.
over the years i have heard various responses to this sordid little tale, such as: just move on and forget about it / it was nothing man, just forget about it / she did the puppies a favor because this is a cruel world. obviously i find these responses very unsatisfactory. if i could just forget about it and move on, i would.
i lost another puppy because of my mother's cruelty. someone gave me a puppy for my birthday. she insisted that the puppy could not sleep inside the house, even though it was freezing cold outside. the puppy tried to cuddle up with our alsation and in the end the alsation got irritated and killed the puppy. i was devastated. my mother did not even try to console me. she simply told me to go and bury the "thing" somewhere in the garden.
when i got myself a puppy a few years ago, i could not imagine letting it sleep outside. at that point the cruelty of her refusal to allow the little dog inside the house, hit me right between the eyes. all was fine until that day. i think that as a child i simply accepted what had happened, even though it was a devastating loss in both cases. i did not question these bizarre actions until i left home.
this is also the reason why i rejected my mother's religion and outlook on life. she is, to this day, obsessed with the bible. my mother does not approve of my lifestyle and condemns my non-religious existence. initially i found it gratifying to oppose her. over time i got used to the idea of making my own decisions and believing what i want to.