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I hear talk, of the cruelty, and heartlessness of humans, but I see things on a regular basis that disprove this. There is no cruelty in a childs kiss, the gently caressed cheek that puts a smile on your face. But, today I saw the clincher, a RIP sticker, for A Squirrel... It hit me like a punch made out of "What the **** I didn't know whether to smile and break into tears, or shake my head in curmudgeony disbelief. A memorial sticker for a road **** Would an animal do such a thing. I think not. They'd eat the thing or just as some leave it to rot. A Road **** memorial sticker is about the craziest compassionate thing I've seen... Animals don't memorialize us when we die... Of course, that's not true. I remember my dad's old mangy bloodhound... and how, after he died, she moaned everyday, at the time he used to come home from work. For weeks she did it, just sitting  by the door and moaning. Until the sun set, then she would slink and lie at the foot of his chair.. She died two months later. And if that isn't mourning I don't know what is. Maybe animals and humans aren't all that different, we just mourn differently.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
Differently
I hear talk, of the cruelty, and heartlessness of humans, but I see things on a regular basis that disprove this. There is no cruelty in a childs kiss, the gently caressed cheek that puts a smile on your face. But, today I saw the clincher, a RIP sticker, for A Squirrel... It hit me like a punch made out of "What the **** I didn't know whether to smile and break into tears, or shake my head in curmudgeony disbelief. A memorial sticker for a road **** Would an animal do such a thing. I think not. They'd eat the thing or just as some leave it to rot. A Road **** memorial sticker is about the craziest compassionate thing I've seen... Animals don't memorialize us when we die... Of course, that's not true. I remember my dad's old mangy bloodhound... and how, after he died, she moaned everyday, at the time he used to come home from work. For weeks she did it, just sitting  by the door and moaning. Until the sun set, then she would slink and lie at the foot of his chair.. She died two months later. And if that isn't mourning I don't know what is. Maybe animals and humans aren't all that different, we just mourn differently.
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
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