I jinxed myself, and by myself I mean my pets. Only two days ago I wrote a post about how I got my pet chickens and this afternoon I found out my rooster died in the night. RIP Aquaman, you will be missed you glorious rooster.
Aquaman was always a bold man, staring right at you.
It's got me thinking about death just a little bit and how lost I am when it comes to it. I haven't had anyone close to me ever pass. The last person in my family that I knew passed when I was only seven. I didn't even see my great-nana all that much so seeing her in the hospital and then in the casket was so odd to me. I've been to one funeral since, my ex's father. His father I only knew for about a year, so yeah I was fairly comfortable with him, I still wasn't all that close.
Death is really just a mystery to me. I don't know what to expect or even how to begin to handle it. The people simply disappear from my life and I either cry or don't, miss them or not. I expect the same of my death. Some people to cry, miss me, but most move on without much thought. I won't even force them to look at my body, I plan to be cremated. And none of that "urn on the mantle" shit, just throw it away or something. It's just weird to display someone's ashes in a formal manner. Never got that.
On a side note, today was Delia's first car ride since bringing her home. She was not a fan at all of the trip. She freaked out and hid beneath the seat for most the ride. I brought her to the vet to get her used to the doctors and office before having to go to an appointment. Next month my pretty kitty should have all her shots and spayed. Miss Delia had loads of treats on the ride and that was probably the only part she enjoyed. XD