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Anonymous
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This is real.
I "buried" my cat under lots of leaves in a large root-ball hole. The tree had fallen. This was last February on top of a local hill, called a such, I guess, as there are none here.
I went back to check on her at the end of March and not much decomposition had occurred. There was some white fur peaking through the leaves. I went back today and poked around a bit to try to see what was left and didn't find anything; nor did I poke deeply as I didn't want to disturb her.
I sat on the edge of the hole for awhile before I noticed little bits of ivory about a foot from where I had put her, and they turned out to be her bones. Femurs, a long leg bone, several vertebrae and perhaps the scapula. I gathered them in one hand, probably 10 pieces of bone, and made my way back down.
I thought to clean them up and then place them somewhere where I could visit with her. But then I thought that was altogether too grisly even though they might have been a lesson in transience such as training yogis find by keeping vigil through the night in graveyards.
Sorry Emily, but that would have a bit too much!
I know this is weird but I loved her very much.
I "buried" my cat under lots of leaves in a large root-ball hole. The tree had fallen. This was last February on top of a local hill, called a such, I guess, as there are none here.
I went back to check on her at the end of March and not much decomposition had occurred. There was some white fur peaking through the leaves. I went back today and poked around a bit to try to see what was left and didn't find anything; nor did I poke deeply as I didn't want to disturb her.
I sat on the edge of the hole for awhile before I noticed little bits of ivory about a foot from where I had put her, and they turned out to be her bones. Femurs, a long leg bone, several vertebrae and perhaps the scapula. I gathered them in one hand, probably 10 pieces of bone, and made my way back down.
I thought to clean them up and then place them somewhere where I could visit with her. But then I thought that was altogether too grisly even though they might have been a lesson in transience such as training yogis find by keeping vigil through the night in graveyards.
Sorry Emily, but that would have a bit too much!
I know this is weird but I loved her very much.