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Post by dieter on Apr 5, 2008 0:50:11 GMT -5
Celebrate the good times--that's really all you can do.
When my pet hamster Pete died when I was little, I had just gotten back from a Cub Scout meeting and it ruined my month. He was coughing up blood and in an obviously high degree of pain, which made it even worse; I still have no idea if that was even normal for a rodent which dies of "old age," but whatever. I made a coffin out of a shoe box and buried him in a tree-lined area at the end of our backyard, where it borders on a large corn field, and marked the spot with a pile of rocks. Since then I believe the farmer who maintains the field has inadvertently plowed up Pete's corpse due to his farming too f*cking close to our property with his big f*cking tractor, but that's besides the point. And when I was 11, I was overcome with the morbid desire to exhume Pete's corpse and study it, but the rocks had since been scattered by said a$$hole farmer and his f*cking plowing, so that idea fell through and I went back to watching Mighty Max. Also besides the point.
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will85
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Tim, one of my best friends!
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Post by will85 on Apr 5, 2008 11:26:55 GMT -5
Are you planning on making a special funeral for the beloved amphibian? I'm glad you asked. I wanted to, well actually I at least wanted to bury him. It was originally thought up to flush him down but it would have bothered one of our family members. I wanted to bury him but I didn't know where to do so plus I was living in an apartment complex and I didn't want to dig on private or public property without permission. And we had to get him out of the house immedietly. So my mother put him, while still in his tank, and everything else of him in a cardboard box and I had to put him in the dumpster. It wasn't what I wanted to do but I didn't have any other choice. Thanks for asking. As for you Fabelhaft M.D., I'm sorry about your hamster. It was bad enough he died but after reading what you had written about what the farmer did, I'm even more sorry. Probably makes me glad I didn't bury Herman. Thing is, I live in the far west parts of Tucson and there isn't much around and a lot of free open parts, and I wanted to bury him somewhere in that area, and I probably could have, but my mother was in a hurry to get him out so I didn't have time to think or plan, and I probably wasn't supposed to do it anyway.
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