Good Luck Catherine Mulroney

Poor Catherine Mulroney. Her cat is dead and she doesn’t know what to do with it. I feel deeply sorry for her sad state of affairs. I mean losing a pet is not easy… but not getting any answers as to what to do with it after it is dead is very much more NOT EASY.

Catherine lives in Toronto and her cat Snickers passed away at a very difficult time in Toronto – the CUPE union has a strangle hold on the city and the normal city services that people looked to – are down and out… everyone is on strike.

Catherine needed to find out how deep she had to bury the dead cat. One person suggested six feet deep – but as Catherine offered – no one in her family is over 5 foot 7 inches tall… No one was available in the entire Toronto area to offer the guidelines as to how deep the pet was to be buried. No one was there to offer the fact that you MAY NOT BURY AN ANIMAL in your yard…. If there is such a rule. And there are over 3 Million people in that fine city!!!!

Hey Canada and the USA – city people are weird. They are so completely city-fied that they cannot think on their own. They need some one to tell them what to do exactly… even how deep a dead cat should be buried.

I was raised close to the land and close to rural Saskatchewan. I was at the farm often. We lived in the city – but had strong rural roots.

When an animal died – you buried it. The depth was not hard to figure out. You dug a hole deep enough that would not allow the smell that is eminent… to not come up. If it did – the dumb dog might dig it up – or another wild animal might try the same.

If you didn’t want to have to rebury it – you put it down deeper.

But then on the farm a cat would usually just go away to die. Or sadly – it would be run over by a car on the road past the farm… in which case the crows would eat it.

In fact on the farm I cannot remember any one having a funeral service for a cat – EVER! Can you imagine all the men stopping their work and collecting around the garden… hats off… music playing in the background… and people crying…?

NOPE it never happened. Cats were like any other animal – we just didn’t eat them.

Cats were mousers. Cats served a purpose. Cats were animals.

Catherine, it is highly unlikely that you will ever read this… BUT I do feel for you and your family. I do understand. It is just… well… in the west of Canada – we did it differently than you city-fied people. We wouldn’t waste hours on a telephone calling to find out how deep to dig a hole. We just knew that it had to be just so deep… and then dug the hole.

And Catherine – the country folk know enough that if you were to dig a hole too deep in that city of yours – there a kazillion series or pipes and wires that are down there… one for water, one for sewage, one for gas(that will blow you up if you hit it) and one for your whatever else that you have in your house.

Keep it simple Catherine. Two shovel lengths down is good… and then fill – plant a few flowers and it is over.

And because the cat died this time of the year – you should bury it fairly soon. It will smell like any road kill does and that attracts carrion that eat what it smells.

If the cat died in the winter – wrap it in plastic and freeze it. It will keep well until the summer when the ground is thawed out. Out in the country we used to do that with people – in a cold crypt – that kept grandpa until the six feet of freezing came out in April.

This short and simple bit of advice is offered so when another poor city person asks their browser – “How deep should we dig the grave for our pet?” – there will now be answer for the poor city people that have forgotten how to think for themselves.

Good luck Catherine Mulroney. I know a pet psychologist – that does take in people as well. And should the next cat take a turn for the worse – I know a new business that Cremates the cats – some other city people told me about that one. The little box looks great and costs a pretty penny… but city people like that kind of stuff.

~ Murray Lincoln ~
www.murraylincoln.com

Source:
http://www.thestar.com/living/article/669093