By all means, for me, Old Yeller topped the list. They shot him. You don't shoot dogs! And then Bambi was #2, with his mother heading off to the summer sausage factory. And, coming in at #3 - not the whole movie, just a single scene - was when the Wicked Witch appeared in her large crystal ball, her entire face taking up the whole TV screen, staring at me with that maniacal laugh as she tormented Dorothy, which drove me to hide behind the main living room rocking chair. And ranking up there was another Disney flick, Little Dog Lost, about just that - a helpless, little puppy becomes separated from his new family on an outing. I cried my eyes out when that terrified, little pup on his stubby, little legs, fled from that menacing broom flowing down a rapid stream. My mother tried for a long time to console me.
Gerard