Pet demise

Great thread idea, Brady. Now, as far as I remember...

Fish - All fish get flushed down the toilet. Fuck it.

Cat - When I was in the sixth grade my cat Smoky died from his body not being able to get rid of the furball that had gathered in his stomach. He was suffering so we had him put to sleep. I'm sure they got rid of the body in whatever way they do. I don't want to know.

Lovebird1: Fucker was taking a stroll on the carpet. There was a loud BANG outside and I shot up to my feet from the croched position I was in and stepped on him. Dead. Buried his ass.

Lovebird2: First year in Vegas. I was sleeping on the floor since at the time we had no beds and the fucker decides to come down from his page to sleep with me. He'd usually do this and nuzzle into my neck for warmth. Woke up the next day with a green and peach smear next to me. Buries his ass.

Blue Parakeet: Old. Was pawned off on me when my exgirlfriend couldn't take it to the place she was moving to. Fucking thing died not long after. Buried her ass.

Lovebird3: Came back home one day... Saw the open cage, saw the open window. Never saw him again. He probably died not long after since his wings were clipped to the point were he couldn't fly for long and there were many cats in the area. If I had found his body/remains I would've buried his ass too.

Sobe my black and white spotty cat: He died just before I got deported while I was in INS jail. Lenore told me on the phone. She got him cremated.

It's not much now, but I did feel extremely horrible after each of these deaths.

Jam it back in, in the dark.