Does this make me a terrible person?

JohnTheTexican

JohnTheTexican

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For most of the last fourteen years, I had a cat that I was quite fond of. (I say most of the last fourteen years because he left with my ex-wife, but came back when she moved to London. Faithless kitty.) He disappeared on Saturday, and Sunday night the smell led me to the body. And at about midnight last night I found myself looking for a spot in the yard to bury him where the gumbo soil and Magnolia roots did not conspire to render the ground impenetrable to ordinary tools.

But that's not what prompted me to pose the question in the title to this post.

Although today I feel an unbearable sense of loss, these lines won't stop running through my head:

Mrs Conclusion: Busy day?

Mrs Premise: Busy! I've just spent four hours burying the cat.

Mrs Conclusion: Four hours to bury a cat?​

I'm sure you know the rest. And if you don't, Google will fill you in.

So does that make me a terrible person?

And I know what you're thinking: "No, that's not what makes you a terrible person...."

At least that's what I was thinking.




NP: Steely Dan, Deacon Blues
ND: Scotch whisky, all night long.
 
without the aid of google, ill say this: you have no control over the goofy thoughts that will enter your head during times of stress or grief.
 
I'm sorry to hear of your loss.
I have seen more than a fair share of beings die and/or dead. Some I knew and cared for, others, quite the opposite. I cannot recollect any of those times that something traditionally unacceptable did not cross my mind. But, if you knew me, that might not be too comforting.
(In most cases, I just start thinking Monty Python "Bring out your dead".)
 
mymindisamob said:
I'm sorry to hear of your loss.
I have seen more than a fair share of beings die and/or dead. Some I knew and cared for, others, quite the opposite. I cannot recollect any of those times that something traditionally unacceptable did not cross my mind. But, if you knew me, that might not be too comforting.
(In most cases, I just start thinking Monty Python "Bring out your dead".)
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Monty Python. How appropriate. Mine was from Episode 27.


Mrs. Conclusion: Four hours to bury a cat?

Mrs. Premise: Yes - it wouldn't keep still, wriggling about howling its head off.

Mrs. Conclusion: Oh - it wasn't dead, then?

Mrs. Premise: No, no - but it's not at all well, so as we were going away for a fortnight's holiday, I thought I'd better bury it just to be on the safe side.

Mrs. Conclusion: Quite right - you don't want to come back from Sorrento to a dead cat. It'd be so anticlimactic. Yes, kill it now, that's what I say. We're going to have to have our budgie put down.

Mrs. Premise: Really - is it very old?

Mrs. Conclusion: No, we just don't like it. We're going to take it to the vet tomorrow.

Mrs. Premise: Tell me, how do they put budgies down, then?

Mrs. Conclusion: Well, it's funny you should ask that, because I've just been reading a great big book about how to put your budgie down, and apparently you can either hit them with the book, or you can shoot them just there, just above the beak.

Mrs. Premise: Just there? Well, well, well. 'Course, Mrs. Essence flushed hers down the loo.

Mrs. Conclusion: No, you shouldn't do that - no, that's dangerous. They breed in the sewers, and eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled budgies flying out of people's lavatories infringing their personal freedom.
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John--

Take it from a hospice nurse: loss is as individual as we are. Everyone experiences it their own way in their own time. You aren't a terrible person for feeling it!

My sincere condolences.:(

Robin


A girl needs a knife...and I want a Hell Razor!
 
Sorry to hear about your cat. We had to have our German Shepherd put down in Dec '06 and I still haven't gotten over it. We have four cats with varying mixes of irritant and companion. I hope I don't have to bury any of them any time soon--even the most annoying is better than 99% of the people I know.
 
It does get better. The dog has cancer and about seven months ago, the vet gave him two to six months.
 
Not so strange or horrible, when my dad and I were digging a grave for my dog the night he died, it was like the clowns in the churchyard. Alas, poor Clark...
 
JohnTheTexican said:
The dog has cancer and about seven months ago, the vet gave him two to six months.
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So he won the bet with the cat......;)

Sorry for your loss bro. Losing a pet always sux.

After I didn't secure my dog after a walk and she ran away and ended up hit by a car and dying, I vowed no more pets. That was 9th grade.
 
John, humor, even what might seem as inappropriate humor, is just a very human way of dealing with stress. Anyone who has lost a pet would understand.
 
Friends of mine lost the family cat. It was very sad. So they took the children out in the back yard, and had a nice ceremony, and dug a hole. They discovered the bones of another cat, buried by the house’s previous owners. So they put the family cat on top of the old cat and buried them together.

They decided they lived in a very very very fine house.
 
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