So I have a number of outdoor cats, and there was one time I went outside and one of my cats had died. Idek from what. His brother was just right beside him, sniffing him, trying to get him to move. I was like ooooh, this isn't good. I quickly grabbed the dead cat & moved out of sight, buried him.

But that damn cat wouldn't let it go. For a good couple days, he just had this thousand yard stare & a sad moaning meow. He discovered death, he seemed to realize death applies to everyone. Himself included. It reminded me of my own epiphany when I was 7 or 8, I almost wanted to chuckle a bit, it's like yeah bro welcome to the club. Death is our shared fate. Just try not to fixate on it.

So my cat's limit was about 2 days. After that, he seemed to move on & he was back to being happy again. Some extra seafood, catnip, and pets helped coax him out of the slump.

[–] 1984 27 points 3 months ago* (last edited 3 months ago) (5 children)

I'm weird because I'm very interested in what comes after death. Always been interested in reincarnation and those things.

When the day comes, it will be either nothing or something. Either way it's the end of working to live, so that's nice.

[–] lolcatnip@reddthat.com 4 points 3 months ago (1 children)

Either way it's the end of working to live, so that's nice.

Not if it's reincarnation.

[–] 1984 2 points 3 months ago

Well at least get a break while coming back and growing up and being a teenager again...

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