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Sunday, September 18, 2005
the sad and the funny all tangled up together
Tonight while I was on my way across our neighbor's field in order to get to a good spot to try and get a few decent moonrise pictures (and also to get enough stinky stickers on my person and clothing to start a tarweed colony on Mars), I nearly stumbled over what was left of the body of our cat Henry. I barely looked at him long enough to register that indeed it was what was left of Henry, and walked on, but I called T to let him know not to bring the kids over to hang out with me, like we'd thought he might, because we didn't want them to see. We decided that after he came out and moved the body off the path, he should go ahead and tell the kids, though, so they (like we) could stop wondering and finally know what had happened to our little buddy.
C's response was utterly typical of her: fifteen minutes of loud sobbing followed by several hours of intermittent sniffling. LT's was more stoic. He wondered if we should have a funeral -- "and what do people do at funerals, anyway? Is there cake and ice cream?"
Comments
I'm so sorry you had to find Henry that way, but at least you were able to shield the kids from seeing him like that. Did you wind up having a funeral for the little guy?
Posted by: mary at September 19, 2005 05:19 AM
Oh that is sad! But I am glad the kids were not there to see that. Was it obvious what happened to him?
Posted by: debi at September 19, 2005 09:03 AM
Oh, I'm so sorry. At least it wasn't the kids who discovered him accidentally.
Posted by: Kat at September 19, 2005 09:29 AM
Would you be able to bury him on the property your house is on? What are the laws regarding that out there? I thought it was illegal out here, but I found out it wasn't when looking up some stuff for my mom (Her fourteen-year-old Cocker Spaniel, Sebastian De Bruser is on his last leg). However my aunt (my mom lives with her) felt it would be morbid to bury him in the backyard (Only God knows why) and forbid it. Needless to say my mom is heartbroken over this and still doesn't know what to do with his body when he dies. I think it would be a fantastic idea and hope when my kitties and my doggy are at that stage, I have my own home with a yard I can have a pet cemetery in. Have you seen Garden State yet? There is an awesome scene in regards to that. Watch it. Now.
Posted by: jenn at September 19, 2005 11:20 AM
As far as I know you can bury an animal on your own property -- people do it all the time anyway. Frankly, we did not want to move him very far, though, because -- there was not much left and what was left was gross and coming apart. (sorry). Fur is one of the last things to disintegrate, and that was how I knew for sure that it was him. The neighbor has a burn pile; T buried him in the ashes at the edge of that to keep any more animals away from him.
Posted by: Rachel at September 19, 2005 02:12 PM
Oh, yeah I got you. Remember when Omar went missing and when I found him he was merely fur. I knew it was him because it was on our property for one thing and it was totally his fur.
Posted by: jenn at September 19, 2005 07:38 PM
