Yes it is a paradox, I feel the same way.
I also feel sad that in NZ they caved into the pressure and stopped the child kill a cat competition
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-65320162
I assume the annual easter mass rabbit slaughter competition went ahead as always.

1. Personally I'ld be all up for eating human, no desire but I certainly have no qualms against it.
2. I want my body feed to animals when I die (whole not chopped up)


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btw I'm sure you're aware of this site
https://www.doesthedogdie.com/

Actually I envisage there will be a day soon where one can buy lab grown human meat.
Didnt some japanese artist cut off his nob and serve it up to some high paying diners

I find it annoying. One reason is that the audience can watch a man get mutilated and not give a fuck, but they can't separate the real/fake for a dog? But whatever. If you can get more of an emotional reaction from a dog dying, then go for it.

I do remember a segment from V/H/S/2 where the dog had a camera on it during an alien attack and I felt pretty awful when that story ended. I guess it may also depend on how relatable the animal is, and since that was a small dog and I have a small dog, it hit harder. It also may have to do with how cute the thing is. Like in Pet Sematary, Gage's death packs a punch, but in Halloween Ends, that kid's death is more of a fuck-yeah moment since he was an asshole. Innocence factors into it a lot.

If done a certain way, I find an animal death pretty sad. Much more so than a person. However, the saddest thing to me is when someone's pet dies and they cry over it. Can't take that. With that said, I don't give a shit about the crocodile who got ripped apart in Cannibal Holocaust, or anything like that. Mainly just cats, dogs and bunny rabbits. Anything else, I'm not particularly crazy about watching it die, but whatever. Not real. And CGI animals can go fuck themselves.

I think people making a bigger deal about animal deaths might have a little to do with the fact that it doesn't happen nearly as much. I think it's safe to say we're all a little desensitized to human deaths in cinema. I'm guessing movie goers were a little more shaken up by a person dying back in the black and white days.

But those Cannibal Holocaust killings were real. Although I can't really get too upset about them. I mean, they were working with real natives, who killed these animals for food anyway. I'm fairly certain that the animals killed in the movie were also consumed by the tribes. So all this shit would have happened anyway, they just filmed it.

I'm pretty sure they killed a real snake in the original Friday the 13th, and not for food. They just killed it for the movie. I do not condone that at all, but it's still kind of hard to get all that upset about a snake.

What lousy fucking luck. My cat gave birth over a month ago. The sweetest cat ever. Completely tame and docile for a stray. She came up to me one day out of nowhere and made me her owner. The cutest little thing. Slept next to me, on top of me, even pissed on me once to mark me as her territory. She trusted me and I made the dumb mistake of getting her spayed.

I understand why people don't like pets dying onscreen. Not everyone has experienced a fellow human's death, but most people have probably experienced a pet's death, and they hit hard. I'm gonna go curl up under a rock and die. Rest in peace, Winnie.

she was spayed but she gave birth?

Wait, it isn't clear to me what happened. It's clear that your cat died, so, I'm sorry! That SUCKS. It is a massive drag, probably even worse than when some humans in your life die. But the way you describe it is confusing. Ah, maybe I get it, did you have her spayed after she gave birth, and the operation accidentally killed her? Whatever happened, I'm sorry.

I think about this sometimes. There is a certain odd weightiness to our responsibility to grieve for our deceased pets. Even in our own neighborhoods and social circles, most of our friends are often barely even aware that our pets exist. But they do exist, and we are the only ones who understand that our own specific pet was a PERSON, with likes, dislikes, pet peeves (ha ha), loyalty, guilt (well, dogs feel guilt, I'm not so sure about cats), and plenty of other "human" attributes. Anyway, I feel that definite sense of WEIGHT to our responsibility to pause our daily routines a little and spend some time thinking about what our pet meant to us. I like to imagine that maybe their furry little souls hang around and try to remain our partners in our lives, for awhile, before they head off to wherever they head off to.

Years ago, I was the one who had to bury my childhood dog in our backyard, when she died. My brother and sister were both out of town. I buried her with some of her favorite chew toys, and little plastic or rubber dog toys, and a cheap old ticking clock to keep her company, because I remembered that you are supposed to give puppies a ticking clock to keep them company at night. (They think it's a fellow living creature, with a beating heart, so they try to bond and snuggle with it). I had it in my head that it would sort of help her with her transition to death... something like that. Anyway, I hate the fact that I can't visit her gravesite, because my mom moved away from there a long time ago and it's somebody else's property now.

Argh.

Paragraph 1 is correct. She was healthy before the spay, but rapidly declined and died 2 days later. The vet says she hasn't seen anything like that in all her 30 years on the job. They still don't know what caused it, but I think she was perhaps too young and too, idk... exotic? Unique?

I've lived at this address for only 2 years and I've experienced 4 animal losses here and had buried 2 in the backyard. I already have my own pet sematary and I feel like a bad pet owner. Of course, I never asked for any of these pets, only taking care of them after they strolled up to me out of the blue, but you are right about it. They each had their own quirks and personalities that nobody will ever know or appreciate like one's owner would. The guilt is immense.

Ok i understand more now. We had a cat Winnie as well, now dead. They all eventually die, i Will now relate Winnies death (she was named after the NZ politician btw, even though he was a cunt) I'm not sure if I've said this take before, so it may not be new. we had her for a long time (we as in me and my Dutch gf). For the last year of her life she would have fits, epileptic seizures, where she would shake uncontrollably for a minute and then for an hour or 2 afterwards would be dazed, dribbling, we found her one time up in Wellington after one of these, streets away from our house, which was weird cause A. She would not wander, B. She was super afraid of everyone, even us, but after an attack, she just wouldn't care, so we picked her up and took her home.

Eventually we moved back down to Nelson, she had another fit where she became blind, very sad she could hardly walk and would just walk into things, she was old, anyways maybe had her more than 10 years. Eventually we decided to put her out down as the fits were happening multiple times a day, she could not see etc, i don't think was even cognition? of where she was in the end.
So we put Winnie to death, and buried het on rabbit island, which is a big sand island near Nelson, maybe 10km away(look it up on map) we were sad anyways, but consoled ourselves that we had another cat, we had for like a month, called Roscoe. The owner didn't want it, it was a massive range coon cat, fucking 8kg of so. The friendliest cat ever, a bit crazy, but so friendly. He would come and sit on your lap always, even when you didn't want him there. Holy fuck i remember the first night we had him, we were both like, um this cat is crazy do we want to keep him? We did of course.
Literally the best cat, so friendly to everyone, old be like Roscoe fuck off, but no this heavy bastard would come over and sit on me purring, like he was the happiest creature in the world.
Anyways after we bury Winnie, i can remember saying trip the gf at least we have Roscoe as he was young he would be around for some years more.
We ended up burying Roscoe the same day, drive back to rabbit island. Iirc what happened is we got back from burying Winnie and Roscoe was playing up, he has been playing up for a while, you could see he was distressed, he would try to piss but couldn't. So we took him to the vet, it was a Sunday iirc, so they weren't open, or Saturday afternoon. The vet said he needs an operation it will take a couple of hours and cost 2000 and there's a good chance it won't help, so he advised against it.
So we didn't, later i regretted but to late then. we buried him next to Winnie, just a few hours after on the same day.
It's not fate but i van still remember saying when we buried Winnie and we're walking back to the car, at least we have Roscoe for a long time.
Had one more cat since then, it died about 2 years ago (i was living here in Catalonia, so weren't around for it's death)

Whilst writing that on my phone, i had a mosquito buzz around me, and wished death upon that insect. The same time i was relating my sadness of the death of 2 cats
It's gone silent now, lurking. I don't mind it sucking my blood, it's just the buzzing i can't stand, it's only gonna get worse from here on in, becoming warmer. Fuck i hate summers here without Aircon. Now it's only 20, but in a couple of months it will be 28 degrees at 4am, 70 percent humidity I'll be lying in bed naked with no sheets on sweating

Though i have a cunning plan, in about a month i go to war. Hopefully not too my death, i guess my survival is about 80 percent but we will see, I'm not trying to think about it

I just had a thought, i haven't been able to play guitar now for a year since my left index finger doesn't bend, with the next car we got after Winnie and Roscoe. She bit me in the knuckle near where it hurts now. I can remember when she bit me we only had her for like 2 days and we're keeping her inside but she escaped and went under the house outside, i crawled under the house she went to dash or and escape i grabbed her, she bit my hand, i kept hold of her, screaming to my GF, open the door, carried her back in, took about 10secs.
I knew if i let her go, she would be gone. In hindsight i now know this to be true, even years later, she was afraid of everyone, even us. That's the thing with a cat from the SPCA a lot come with baggage.
But fuck het biting me was the worse pain in my life, but i kept holding her.
Went to hospital afterwards they have me a shot, had to have my hand in ice, for a day. Went back to the hospital after 5 days as my hand was super swollen. Eventually it was good not sure how long it took, i could play guitar again.
Then again maybe the reason, stems from when my current gf snapped my finger. Writing that seems weird, she has such an anger in side of her.
We never discussed it but i think she was tortured as a kid by her mom, she has these strange scars on her back (i must take a picture)
Their whole family is nuts. And this is speaking from one nutcase, but compared to them I'm Mr rational.
Fucking hell, my life

I lost another cat about a month ago. Not one I particularly cared for like my Winnie, who was only about 9 or 10 months old apparently. I keep beating myself up over this, because she was perfectly healthy and happy until I ruined everything by trying to be a responsible pet owner. She trusted me since day one, and I let her down. I feel like she thought I was out to get her in the end, since after every visit to the vet, she was getting worse. I hate myself for killing my best friend.

mate the vet, or whatever treatment she got had nothing to do with Winnies death.
You also had nothing to do with her death,mate don't beat yourself up about it.
You made her life better with your existance, dont denigrate that. Bask in it.
Weird that we both had cats called Winnie

I'd like to think of it like that, but it was my decision that led to her getting ill. If I was the lazy son of a bitch I normally was, this wouldn't have happened and she would be purring next to me. Guilt is only natural in this awful situation.

Fuck off mate, Its not your fault. You done the right thing. If anyone should feel guilty its the vet, so dont beat yourself up. And life I said you brought something postive into her life, so dont turn her death into a negative.
Btw why is she called winnie (ours, female was called winnie after the politician, who is a cunt, btw he was called winnie after another cunt, churchill. Yes churchill in nz we remember WW1)

There were a lot of strays around our house. We had one that was striped, so we called it Tiger. Tiger/Tigger, so Winnie was what we came up with.

I saw something online about two images, one being a rounded blobby type of circle and the other a kind of spikey circle, and the whole thing was to figure out which image was "kiki" and which was "bouba". Most people intuitively know which is which, so I named her two kittens Kiki and Bouba. If you were to see a picture of them, you'd know which is which.

Don't watch The Fly II (1989).

I like your analogy, Znep and have to agree about the last part. Animals don't wake up and be like ok who are we going to piss off today, fight because he doesn't agree with me or just has a different color, ideology or religion. Can you imagine the white and brown bear being racist against each other because the color of their fur is different. That's how silly racism is in the land of humans.

That said there is a few animals I won't get upset by if they die for example insects especially the kind that can bother me usually during summer time (mosquitos, wasps and flies). I do love cats and dogs but I am not going to be upset over the death of a nasy dog attacking for no reason. I still remember I was told when I was little at my aunt's they had a German shepherd who almost bit me. I must have been a toddler still and don't remember the scene as such but I do remember I had a holy fear for that dog ever since even when he was locked in a cage. The neighbor also had that kind of dog, who would bark loudly when he saw me and I'm sure if he would ever been loose and near me he would have attacked me. Fortunately those seemed to be the exceptions as most dogs of that type are not aggressive. But you know dogs attacking me even if it was because they sensed my fear, which is a natural reflex apparently, fuck them! I never did anything to piss them off. When they died if given the chance I would have danced on their corpses. Maybe that's why I'm more of a cat lover. Sure I got scratches regularly but those were usually deserved when I felt too playful and the cat was not feeling like it.

Did the death of the dog upset me in the Babadook yes. Would the death of that kid have upset me, hell no, I would probably have applauded it. Did the death of the human turned into a fly in the Fly remake upset me? No, that dude was unlikable as human and as a fly he would still be an asshole.