dead animals

Finally, I am listening to the radio intead of TV.  Not the main point of my words today though.  If you read Gary's response to my last entry, you will find that I completely disagree with him about other people's children.  I love that little Cindy Lou Who replica as if she was my own child.  God bless her!  I could only wish for my own children to be so thoughtless and unconcerned about a stupid little rodent. 

I never lament the thought of any rodent dying, not even the 300 pound opossum that I slammed into years ago.  Sure, I screamed non-stop, flailed my hands mindlessly in the air while hitting the brake, the gas, the brake, the gas, nearly crashing into trees in my horror-filled response to the all-out grossness of having run over a creature.  I didn't feel bad it was dead, just that I had to feel the car hitting it.  SO disgusting.  I sometimes think about that night, and wonder if I would react the same way if I hit a person.  I am afraid that I would be more grossed out than concerned.  Gary would be proud of that.

I hate to say it, but I really don't feel that upset when we have a pet that dies either.  I must be a terrible person, but I just don't feel that crying over my dog or cat is necessary.  Although I do not treat them like little kings and queens either.  I love them, but they are animals.  Not people.  Therefore, yes, I offered up my cat Angel in sacrifice to the bald eagles last year who were considering nesting in our tree.  I held her up in the air like Kunta Kente raised Kizzie to the gods, and screamed, LOOK!  FOOD!!!  BUILD A NEST!!   Sadly, it didn't work, the crows chased the eagles off and Angel is still with us.  I think it may be one reason why she occasionally takes a dump in the shower, to remind me that she is still here.  She can be a little witch.

I did cry when my miniature poodle Pepper was put to sleep (15 years or so old) and Buster the mutt (16) too.  For about 6 seconds.  I was sad, and then I accepted it and it was over.  After all, how long are all of you gonna cry when I die?  A lot, if you do the right thing and drink heavily at my end of life party.  Then you can laugh your asses off at the same time.  Really, I would be insulted if you all just cried and didn't do anything entertaining with it. 

Perhaps I would care more about the dead pets if we had a funeral, and drank a lot.  It is a good excuse to drink, isn't it?  I will let you know how it is as soon as one of my dogs or the cat bites the dust.  The only problem with the cat is there won't be anything left since the hawks, eagles, coyotes, etc. would grab her and eat her.  John likes to think they ran away and someone took them in, I prefer to think they are dead, torn apart carcasses in the stomach of some creature.  It gives me closure. 

So, the full circle here is other people's children.  I would probably cry over someone else's child dying as opposed to any animal dying.  I truly enjoy the living part of other people's kids, especially little Cindy Lou Who.  That is one smart little girl.  I might have to send her a box of Girl Scout Cookies.  She is on the right track in life.