Today is my “birthday” weekend. It sucks I have that now as a reminder when Eggy passed away.

I dug Eggy up a couple of days ago. It has been around a year since he left me. I was surprised to see that his bones were shifted around in the earth, and it didn’t seem like much of him left at all. Upon closer inspection I noticed half his skull had been crushed, and that gave me some relief that his death may have been a quick one.

Right now his sister, Katniss. scratches at the door and cries for her freedom, but the world is cruel and I will not let it swallow her whole like my Eggy.

I told a friend what I did with Eggy and he told me to keep it to myself. He says it isn’t socially acceptable to dig your pets up., and that it was something a serial killer would do which I don’t really agree with, but whatever. I see it as a way to piece together the left over pieces of Eggy’s death , just another coping mechanism for my grief. I found holding his bones strangely comforting and peaceful. Where is the wrong in cleaning them up and handling them with respect and reverence? What dictates what is acceptable? Why are people so uncomfortable talking about death, like it is some sort of taboo topic? Is it because it is an uncomfortable reminder that we will all one day have to face our own mortality. Yet, people don’t feel that type of discomfort if it’s presented in a movie, in a museum, or some Halloween festivity. I think my actions are one of am explorer driven by curiosity, and I am completely normal. People are weird.