QUOTE(EricBarbour @ Sat 24th October 2009, 3:13am)
(I have a life--tonight I had to bury one of my gf's cats in the backyard.
Cute and sweet little cat, too. Mauled to death by the dog next door for
no apparent reason. What a damn miserable shame.)
Bummer. I've buried many a loved pet over the years. It's just naked biology, in your face. It's illegal to do it here in many states in the US, including mine (people later digging up animal bones cause forensic timewasting). The illegality is part of WHY I do it. It's a tribute. I want that critter to become part of my own grass and flowers (and worms and bacteria), and screw the State that says I can't.
Time also to contemplate that we're stuck on ball of dirt where things aren't constructed very well to take care of beings that see the future. The human condition, even more than the animal condition, is shit. Animals, particularly if well cared for like mine, live in a sort of timeless-futureless Heaven. If you could see them curled up on my bed, you'd see it's self-evidently true. But, like the guy in Robert Burns'
To a Mouse, I never will. (IMG:
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Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!