Some excuse for a human being threw a dead cat into the forest sometime before Christmas, my dogs sniffed it out though they can't reach it as it's across a ditch. I can't reach it either, if I could I'd retrieve it, bring it home and bury it. Because of the recent bad weather we haven't walked past the spot where it is lying very often except for the last few days. Every time I walk by I look in, I find it very sad. It's a black and white cat, thinnish, doesn't look too old, whatever happened to it. I find it upsetting to see it lying there by a branch, it somehow seems vulnerable to the wind and the rain, the cold and the frost. Why the heartless idiot who dumped it couldn't have buried it, I don't know. Too much hard work I imagine.
I wonder do they have children and what is it teaching them? Here was a perfect opportunity to show children respect for an animal in death as in life, to show children the rituals surrounding death. Digging a grave, placing the body in a box, the burial, marking the grave, saying goodbye, dealing with grief. Yes, hard to do, but necessary.
Instead they threw it in a forest where they thought no one would see it, but I do. Everyday. And each time I pass I look in and acknowledge it.
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