My dad puts the animals in Plastic containers (those that hawkers used when you take food home). Each beloved pet is buried in an aptly sized container & duct taped & buried in our garden. That is meant to ensure their eternal slumber remains undisturbed by other animals. If you have watched any TV series like CSI or Bones, you could imagine the rotting flesh & gas, & you might be asking who is this helping? Not us when we imagine it. Definitely not the dead pets.
Instead of asking, we just accept it. My elder sister told me when I was younger :that this is part of becoming an adult, accepting our parents' illogical behaviors just as they accept ours. I could imagine the horrid from the future owners of our house when they start digging into the ground for new landscaping & discover all these plastic containers coffins!!! I used to know the location of every plastic coffin in the garden. Our favorite arowana died today & there's no more space in the ground. Time to get a larger landed property Dad?
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Good-bye dear ...sob.. |
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