Immediate Gratification

There was a little girl who had a little curl...right in the middle of her forhead. And when she was good, she was very very good...but when she was bad she was horrid.

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Location: Boca Raton, Florida, United States

Mother. Sister. Daughter. Friend. Lover.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Its DEAD DEAD DEAD!!!!

We buried our first pet last night. My youngest daughter's hedgehog to be exact. I noticed something wasn't quite right with Gnarly yesterday morning. He makes (excuse me, made) a lot of noise at night, so we kept his cage on the landing of the staircase. As I was coming downstairs (at 6:15 a.m.) he was spread eagle face down on his little ramp. I thought he was dead then, so I kicked his cage to confirm. He didn't move so I tossed a death shroud over his cage so "E" wouldn't see him. A couple of minutes later, I heard the sound of his little toy mouse jingling. Poor thing...he must have mustered his last bit of strength and rolled down the ramp. It wasn't looking good for Gnarly, but he was still hanging on.

Plan B and I went to my house at lunchtime with a box (just in case) and he was in the same position as the one he was in when I left for work in the morning. But, he was still alive. We splashed some water in his face and tossed some food at him. He tried hard to move, but when we left, Gnarly was leaning portside and I knew he was going to be a goner by the time I got back home from work. I had all day to think about telling my daughter her beloved pet was dead, and what on earth I was going to do with its carcass. We were never small pet people - no birds, fish, gerbils, etc. so this was all new territory for me. No surprise, Gnarly was dead when we got home.

Now, I knew the telling part could have gone one of two ways: Either (A) E was going to be nonchalant about the whole thing ("He smelled, I was bored of him, I didn't like having to clean his cage" etc.) or (B) all hell was going to break loose. There is no more intense child on this earth than E, and she definitely inherited "the world is black or white" gene from her mother. So I was pretty confident in the fact that there was going to be no gray reaction. My poor daughter crumbled when I told her. She literally dropped to the ground. For three solid hours, that child sobbed and heaved and begged and gagged. I hurt for her. It was the most dramatic example of raw human emotion I had ever witnessed. It was heartbreaking.

During the few moments when my daughter was able to compose herself ever so briefly, we buried Gnarly. I went to the landing to recover the body. He died with his nose caught on the edge of his cage, so his head was tilted back a little. Two of his legs were jutting out to the side and his nose had started decomposing already. It grossed me out like I can't even explain. I want to puke just thinking about it. I couldn't stomach the idea of reaching in to the cage and touching him so I used a gardening shovel, tied him up in a bag and put him in the box aforementioned. E asked me to put some food in his coffin so he wouldn't be hungry on the other side, which I did. And I tossed in the toy mouse (also aforementioned) to keep him company for eternity. Off in the dark we went, mini cardboard coffin in one hand and a trowel in the other, to look for a suitable spot to intern Gnarly. We settled on a spot behind a row of shrubs. I dug; E wailed; and my oldest daughter held the flashlight. We placed some flowers (ripped out of a neighbor's yard) on the grave and said our goodbyes. Rest in Peace, Gnarly.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

thats so sad and so sweet at the same time. youre a good mom and im sure lil E and your older daughter know it.

R.I.P. Gnarly



see? i dont only wanna see your milfarific pic.

8:12 PM  
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

That is heart-wrenching! I even hurt for your daughter! It never gets that much easier, having buried a few cats. They're like family.

9:15 PM  
Blogger Eatapeach said...

Thank you both. And you, A - I am so proud of you!

7:35 AM  
Blogger Plantation said...

Sorry to hear bout this. Glad things are going well for you otherwise.

I want to be true to my word and give you first dibs on the Homestead NASCAR tix. Are you interested?

5:46 PM  
Blogger Eatapeach said...

Plantman - Thanks for the condolences and the good wishes. Yes, I would like the Homestead tickets. I don't recall how much you paid for them, but as long as they are reasonably priced, I will buy them from you. Please let me know.

How are you?

7:33 AM  
Blogger Plantation said...

The 2 tix were $158. Let me know if that's in your ballpark.

Am doing fine, the usual dramatics ;-)

5:54 AM  
Blogger Eatapeach said...

Yes, Plantman, I would like the tickets. Can you remind me what seats/section they were in please? And let me know how you would like to work out the logistics?

8:01 AM  

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