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I think I knew at an early age that Death was an obvious part of Life. My first memories of death were of pets dying. I had goldfish that would occasionally go belly up. My parents had a little white dog that probably died around the time I was one or two years old. I remember seeing the cross they made for his grave in the outskirts of the backyard. The grave marker no longer stands, but the spot of his burial still remains. I got a bunny one Easter. I was seven or so. Obviously, I named him Thumper. One nasty, windy day, a tree blew over and crushed his hutch. My dad said he escaped, never to be seen again. I wonder. I/we had a dog, her name I cannot remember after that. She lived a long life, only to one day disappear. I see her vividly in my brain, but cannot remember her name. We had a cat my sister named Blackberry White. I had some ducks without names. I had a cow, a fucking cow, named Charlie. i raised him from calf to monster, and then we ate him. We had Tac. A really cool white cat. One day, he disappeared. A few months later, a neighbor gave us a white kitten. Obviously Tac's son. He was named Taccer two. He was put to sleep a few days ago. He lived 18 years. My parents still have two cats. One named Ben, who is totally lethargic, and getting fatter by the day, and the other is names Slate. She's a slut. Keeps popping out kittens, but my dad loves her. Mom hates her. She's mean to mom, total sweetheart to dad. It's funny. Now I have a new kitten. Named him Leo. He's an orange and white tabby with really cool patterns. And he's insane. Of course he is, he's a kitten. Seven months old. I just bought him some ridiculously huge piece of cat furniture on ebay. I'm hoping it keeps him off of the tv. Guess I'll find out in a few days when it shows up. He's teething. He bites everything. He's funny.