I cannot say why we all are fucked up, but I can venture a guess on my own part.
When I was a very small child mt brother filled a sock with wooden blocks and bash me in the head with it. I was in a chair as a small child and it collapsed under me because it was a shitty chair. Instead of merely falling to the ground I was caught on two metal prongs and dangled from the skin between my shoulder and arm.
At a not so later date my brother took a practice bow and used it to shoot me with a plastic pipe, leaving a blood circle on me. I was standing next to the front door some time later, and when it was opened it went over my toe but caught my toenail, ripping it off. Then once that was healed a huge ass can of tomato sauce was dropped upon my foot.
I received a stray dog as a pet when I was seven, and I loved that dog very much and had her until I was nine. Then she was accused of attacking another dog(which she didn't, that neighbor is a lying piece of shit who I want to beat unmercifully every time I see them). We had to send her away for a little bit until things cooled down before she could come home. Before she had a chance to be brought back to me she "ran away" from the people who were keeping her for the time.
I was later watching an episode of Nature about dogs and discovered she wasn't a mutt but actually a very rare and expensive kind of wild dog from Carolina and was probably sold by the shady people who had been keeping her(they were a friend of a friend). This sucked balls and I remained somewhat depressed for the next two years.
My life was going smoothly and happily after those two years when suddenly a neighbor moved away and left their old, sweet, loveable German Shepard behind to die in the winter like dick heads. We brought her home and she instantly took a liking to me and became my new dog. As time progressed she became sicker and sicker until eventually she couldn't even walk and was having frequent seizures. We couldn't afford or bear to put her down though I had resigned myself to put her down as my family tried to scrape the money together to give her a merciful death.
She died on September 13th and when I saw her after she had died her heart was still beating, I discovered later that night that one of my heroes had died the very same day. I was very sad for until February when I found a baby snapping turtle and raised it until August of that very same year when he started biting and I had to release him back into the wild.
So to sum it up I am fucked up because of my older brother and issues with abandonment from animals.