Saddest children's movie: Dumbo vs. Bambi

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My brother and I always cried during The Wizard of Oz! But I think they were tears of fright–we were terrified of the Winged Monkeys, especially when they ripped up the scarecrow.

And during Lassie, we cried buckets and buckets! In fact, my mother stopped letting us watch the show because we always got upset and cried so hard that we would make ourselves sick! Lassie, Lassie! Come home, Lassie. :crying:
 
I’ve heard that the saddest children’s movie ever is Ole Yeller. In fact, I’ve never seen it because I’m afraid it will be too sad. Has anyone seen it?

CatholicSam, I agree with you that a movie with real actors is sadder for many than an animated flick. I know that’s true for me.
Now that one is a sad movie.

I never thought of Dumbo and Bambi as being sad. Maybe it was because it was a cartoon…
 
Another real tear-jerker for kids is The Three Lives of Thomasina.

Oh, man, the sad scenes in this movie–waaah! I think the saddest scene is when the vet works on the blind man’s dog. Waaaah!

And the funeral for Thomasina–WAAAAHH! There’s just something about bagpipes.

And when the little girl is dying of the fever and the cat runs home and sits outside the window—WAAAHH!

It’s just so SAD!!! But it ends happy. And this is fantastic movie because of the obvious God-centered universe portrayed in the movie. And the value of marriage and family. And the courage and love…it’s just a great movie. But get out the Kleenex!

This was the first movie my brother and I ever went to in a theater. My dad took us, and I’m sure that he probably cried during it, even though he was (and still is) a big tough guy and we didn’t even notice as kids (because we were sobbing!).

But when it comes to cats…! My dad always has a stable full of them at his farm. While my mother was still alive, she told me that my dad had come into the kitchen, sat down at the table, and started sobbing. (This happened only about ten years ago.) She was scared–she thought someone had died. Finally she asked, “What’s wrong?! What happened?” He looked up and sobbed out, “Someone ran over my kitten!”

Yes, someone had run over and killed his little black kitten. It’s amazing how a big strong guy can be brought to tears by the death of a small cuddly animal. I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I go to the vet, I find that the “hottest”, most appealing men are the ones who are holding–not the huge Rottweiler or German shepherd, but the tiny mewling kitten!
 
<<<Bambi didn’t do much for me, my daughter didn’t seem to care much about watching it very often and I think it sends are really bad environmental and social message anyway. I’m not a hunter, but the anti-hunting message in that story is overwhelmingly bad and a someone who moved from the city to a rural area I can tell you that those deer may be cute, but they are also overpopulated, sick and starving to death in many areas because of the anti-hunting crowd. They live on my land, I think they are beautiful, but we know call them “rats with antlers” because they are destructive to the crops, flowers, and trees. Our deer herd is too large, but they are not starving because we have lots of natural food for them to eat. They are, however, being hit by cars and being chased down by coyotes and killed that way.>>>

Living in the LP of Michigan where there are 16,000 (!!!) deer vs. car crashes a year, I can definetly understand the necessity of hunting. However, up until about a year or two ago I was vehemetly anti-hunting. And you know what I blame it on? Seeing Bambi when I was five years old! I still won’t watch that movie because even as an adult I find it traumatic.

Cat - My father is like that too with animals. He still gets teary eyed when the subject of the euthanisa of two of our dogs comes up (one in 2002 and one in 2005), but yet rest of the time he seems so tough! I hope to find a man just like him. Heck, I need to considering the habit I have of bringing home strays. 😉
 
I was thinking that the sad thing about that song is the line “Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.” Because, inevitably, that will never, never, ever happen. Even if a mom is with her baby all the time, the baby eventually does part and grows up (Dumbo and his mom are being cheated out of irreplaceable time together). But even in the best of cases, either the mom or the “child” inevitably will die and part.
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(can you guess I’m an adult orphan?)
 
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(can you guess I’m an adult orphan?)
The wonderful thing is that although we will have a brief separation in this life, we’ll be reunited in the next :heaven: And what’s more, we will *always *have our Heavenly Father and Mother by our sides and in our hearts every second of every day! 👍
 
Another real tear-jerker for kids is The Three Lives of Thomasina.
Oh wow! I forgot about that movie. I’ve only seen it a couple of times and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it all the way through. I don’t think many people have seen it or know about it.

I agree about it being a tear jerker!!!
 
But when it comes to cats…! My dad always has a stable full of them at his farm. While my mother was still alive, she told me that my dad had come into the kitchen, sat down at the table, and started sobbing. (This happened only about ten years ago.) She was scared–she thought someone had died. Finally she asked, “What’s wrong?! What happened?” He looked up and sobbed out, “Someone ran over my kitten!”

Yes, someone had run over and killed his little black kitten. It’s amazing how a big strong guy can be brought to tears by the death of a small cuddly animal. I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I go to the vet, I find that the “hottest”, most appealing men are the ones who are holding–not the huge Rottweiler or German shepherd, but the tiny mewling kitten!
My husband always had a special relationship with the one male cat we’ve had. We raised “Oliver” from a six-week-old kitten, and I’ll never forget the day we had to have him put down at the age of almost 18. I had been the one who nursed him through his final illness, so I had done my grieving already, but when the vet quietly pronounced him gone, my husband was the one who burst into tears. And I mean burst. He calmed down by the time we got to the parking lot, then stopped in his tracks, announced “My baby’s dead!” then burst into tears again.
 
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