Oh.
I think you meant with "
When my grandmother died four years ago I started doubting their existance.
Then almost two year ago my childhood pet died."
Right?
:o
To be honest I don't consider that to be when it all started. I mean it added to the reason of unbelief but it wasn't where it had started.
I don't even know if it has like a starting line.
I mean God wasn't a big part of my life. I remember my uncle telling me "You know we have a father and we're all brothers and sisters?"
I replied with "Na uh!"
Before that my father tried to teach my about God and Jesus.
"So Jesus is the dad and God is the son?" ( I was real young.)
My dad:

NO!
The most I knew about Jesus was from movies and 20/20 specials. Once in a blue moon we (my mother and father and myself) would go see this easter play. I think 3 times I seen it.
My family doesn't go to church or anything. I don't know if I would even call them lukewarm. I pray for them everyday though.
But anyway, yes. I guess. I put this here on this website (my grandma's death) as the start of the story. Because other wise it would be a lot longer.
I'd tell it all if you want. Just stuff adding to the reasons of unbelif until cat dying just gave me solid reason to believe there isn't a God.
I remember holding her in the arms. I could feel her bones as we drove down the night road. I looked at her and knew we weren't going to be able to save her. I remember the exact moment when I thought; "There can't be a God."
Because NOT my cat. Not my only friend. Not after everything that's happened.. No. There can't be.