I don't think this is the idea you are looking for but I say give it a funeral. My cat once brought me a dead bird. (I was eight then) I dealt with it very well actually. I went into the house, used an old shoebox and placed the poor mangled soul/body into the casket. Had a private funeral. I did the same thing two years later when he brought me a mouse. I heard of this one lady who uses ashes as art. She burns bodies and sticks it on the canvas. Disgusting if you ask me. I don't think I can get much more creative...
Yes, that's beyond... art... There be more tasteful ways of getting ashes, for why would she need animal ashes anyway? I think that if I knew her I might even ask, being curious.
My original theme was more along the lines of half-offensive use. Something, like 'fun', that some people would be bothered by. But I may simply end up burying the rat, as you say. Cleaner, neater, more practical, easier in several ways.
They say all humanity's most solemn rituals evolved from practicality. Do you think that makes sense?
Re: Poor RatdanyadeerDecember 26 2003, 08:33:07 UTC
Oh, about that lady. Actual people wanted her to do that for her pets. THey actually give her the ashes to make a painting out of. I also heard of a people who stuff their pets after they are dead...
Hmm..I don't know what to say to the poem. When I was little I always used to wonder if there even was an animal heaven. My mother told me they simply died.
I mentioned this to Necolina on the phone, and she suggested taking it to a taxidermist, getting it stuffed, then hanging it from a car mirror like other people's fluffy dice, or in her case, barbie doll heads.
Neco has great ideas. However I think they'll stay ideas, as who could bother to find a taxidermist in Christmas week?
I might feel sorry for the poor thing after a while. The novelty would wear off because novelty does. When I drove I would be being defined by a dead thing offensive to sentiment. Yet I'm me: would I mind? It's moot.
I buried the rats (I found another one). Drama was added by threatening to steal Morbane's embroidered Christmas stocking (she holds affection for it) and bury them in that.
Morbane stuck a ferny sort of twig down into the soil to mark the place and I pointed out that this was nearly like impaling them.
We discussed flowers and trees and graves. And Morbane came up with a story idea about a white wizard planting a tree above a vampire's crypt, and causing it to break through the walls of the tomb and bring finality to the vampire by its down-seeking roots piercing him, acting like wooden stakes, which they could technically be.
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I heard of this one lady who uses ashes as art. She burns bodies and sticks it on the canvas. Disgusting if you ask me.
I don't think I can get much more creative...
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Yes, that's beyond... art... There be more tasteful ways of getting ashes, for why would she need animal ashes anyway? I think that if I knew her I might even ask, being curious.
My original theme was more along the lines of half-offensive use. Something, like 'fun', that some people would be bothered by. But I may simply end up burying the rat, as you say. Cleaner, neater, more practical, easier in several ways.
They say all humanity's most solemn rituals evolved from practicality. Do you think that makes sense?
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Hm, I've just looked around for many different ways to post this comment just to you, Were-Lorikeet, but I'm too new here.
So:
THE HEAVEN OF ANIMALSJames Dickey ( ... )
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Hmm..I don't know what to say to the poem. When I was little I always used to wonder if there even was an animal heaven. My mother told me they simply died.
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I mentioned this to Necolina on the phone, and she suggested taking it to a taxidermist, getting it stuffed, then hanging it from a car mirror like other people's fluffy dice, or in her case, barbie doll heads.
Coffee coke didn't work - I'm still sleepy.
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I might feel sorry for the poor thing after a while. The novelty would wear off because novelty does. When I drove I would be being defined by a dead thing offensive to sentiment. Yet I'm me: would I mind? It's moot.
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"Ezy-Listening I" Radio
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My revenge would pay for the postage.
*Reads Morbane's post, fascinated.
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I buried the rats (I found another one). Drama was added by threatening to steal Morbane's embroidered Christmas stocking (she holds affection for it) and bury them in that.
Morbane stuck a ferny sort of twig down into the soil to mark the place and I pointed out that this was nearly like impaling them.
We discussed flowers and trees and graves. And Morbane came up with a story idea about a white wizard planting a tree above a vampire's crypt, and causing it to break through the walls of the tomb and bring finality to the vampire by its down-seeking roots piercing him, acting like wooden stakes, which they could technically be.
That's all.
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