On Dead Things
The DH found a dead bird on our drive way today. It was a juvenile robin. Poor thing had possibly run into our garage and died. I felt quickly attached to the little bird. Even though it was trash day, I wrapped her in a plastic bag until evening and I buried her out under some flowers. She was so pretty, I didn't want to send her to the dump. I also took some photos of her. They are under a cut, but there is no gore. She was simply gone.
Spending time with the bird, burying her - it was oddly spiritual. I'm not really a religious person, it was an interesting thing to observe and take part in.
It's also gotten me more in the mood for my next tattoo, which will be a cat skull (only forward facing) in a science-y line drawing style ranging from black to blue - to transition from my first and second tattoos. The tattoo in particular is to honor my deceased cat, Gomez. He was over 20 when he was finally put to sleep. He'd led such a long and spoiled life. So long for a housecat. Plus, this was the most badass cat tattoo I could think of.
Spending time with the bird, burying her - it was oddly spiritual. I'm not really a religious person, it was an interesting thing to observe and take part in.
It's also gotten me more in the mood for my next tattoo, which will be a cat skull (only forward facing) in a science-y line drawing style ranging from black to blue - to transition from my first and second tattoos. The tattoo in particular is to honor my deceased cat, Gomez. He was over 20 when he was finally put to sleep. He'd led such a long and spoiled life. So long for a housecat. Plus, this was the most badass cat tattoo I could think of.