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[GorillaGal]

One of our terrapins died some weeks ago and my son cried for a few hours, then gave it a ceremonial burial with home made crucifix. Two days later, he decided to dig the terrapin up again to dry it out for the shell

Human emotions are a wonderful bag of delights ....

It's just as well Moses hasn't got a shell...

He is really into skulls as well ....

somehow this doesn't suprise me.

[Oracle]

One of our terrapins died some weeks ago and my son cried for a few hours, then gave it a ceremonial burial with home made crucifix. Two days later, he decided to dig the terrapin up again to dry it out for the shell

Human emotions are a wonderful bag of delights ....

It's just as well Moses hasn't got a shell...

He is really into skulls as well ....

somehow this doesn't suprise me.

Budding biologist!

[GorillaGal]

One of our terrapins died some weeks ago and my son cried for a few hours, then gave it a ceremonial burial with home made crucifix. Two days later, he decided to dig the terrapin up again to dry it out for the shell

Human emotions are a wonderful bag of delights ....

It's just as well Moses hasn't got a shell...

He is really into skulls as well ....

somehow this doesn't suprise me.

Budding biologist!

or budding serial killer

[Oracle]

One of our terrapins died some weeks ago and my son cried for a few hours, then gave it a ceremonial burial with home made crucifix. Two days later, he decided to dig the terrapin up again to dry it out for the shell

Human emotions are a wonderful bag of delights ....

It's just as well Moses hasn't got a shell...

He is really into skulls as well ....

somehow this doesn't suprise me.

Budding biologist!

or budding serial killer

... or Archaeologist (having dropped the desire to be a marine biologist after a recent face to face encounter with an octopus whilst snorkel-diving ).

Carl Jung (in his autobiography) describes this necessary stage of development as a healthy way to accept the curiosity of death and put it into rightful context.

Serial killers remain detached from this process as they are developing (or failing to) and take more interest in the "killing" process.

Have you read "We need to talk about Kevin" the disengaged American youth who kills several of his high school classmates?

(BTW The mummification process was meticulously recalled by son, from school history lessons when quizzed by our Guide at the Cairo Museum ).

[Niki]

One of our terrapins died some weeks ago and my son cried for a few hours, then gave it a ceremonial burial with home made crucifix. Two days later, he decided to dig the terrapin up again to dry it out for the shell

Human emotions are a wonderful bag of delights ....

It's just as well Moses hasn't got a shell...

He is really into skulls as well ....

somehow this doesn't suprise me.

Budding biologist!

or budding serial killer

... or Archaeologist (having dropped the desire to be a marine biologist after a recent face to face encounter with an octopus whilst snorkel-diving ).

Carl Jung (in his autobiography) describes this necessary stage of development as a healthy way to accept the curiosity of death and put it into rightful context.

Serial killers remain detached from this process as they are developing (or failing to) and take more interest in the "killing" process.

Have you read "We need to talk about Kevin" the disengaged American youth who kills several of his high school classmates?

(BTW The mummification process was meticulously recalled by son, from school history lessons when quizzed by our Guide at the Cairo Museum ).

Did you see the fantastic Egyptian exhibition at The British Museum about 2 years ago called 'Mummy - The Inside Story' where they were explaining aspects of his life and the mummification process etc and part of it was scanning his body section by section like a CAT scan rather than remove him from the sarcophagus. They found that a bowl had been stuck to the back of his head, probably by the people who prepared him and who accidently let the resin set with the bowl in place. They covered it up with the bandages.


Amazing graphics, one of the best exhibitions I've seen.

[BOF]

Oracle - "Serial killers remain detached from this process as they are developing (or failing to) and take more interest in the "killing" process."

Ah back to hunters again!

BOF

[BOF]

ELIKO there is no loss of face at showing emotion when a friend passes over - And Moses was lucky because it comes across that he was a real friend to you, many others are not so lucky
But heres a happy ending - Several of us went to Potomos to the fish restaurant yesterday for something to eat and while there noticed a black male labrador type dog, quite young, wandering around from place to place just looking at people and occasionally wagging its tail..when people went to stroke it it was very subservient and cowed so had obviously been mistreated and abandoned by some bastard. The restaurant owners to their credit had been feeding it in the hope that someone would take it home. Well yesterday was his lucky day becuse as we were petting it four english people who had also been inside the restaurant came out and started stroking him and asked if we minded as they had been watching him and had decided to take him home and adopt him. they had another abandoned dog at home and thought the stray would fit in ok. so off he went in the back of a Mercedes, not in the hated box on the back of a pick up. im sure he will have a wonderful life..............maybe they will call him Moses..
BOF

[tessintrnc]

So sorry about Moses, when a beloved dog of mine died many years ago, my friend sent me this poem by Rudyard kipling:


The Power of the Dog

THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But . . . you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve.
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

- Rudyard Kipling

[pantheman]

Eliko,

welcome back and sorry to hear about your dog.

I have recently taken on 2 little blighters and I can understand the attachement.

Anyway, good you are back for more forum bashing

[denizaksulu]

When I began my journey back to Cyprus late on Monday 12th, I was somewhat apprehensive because it meant that I would arrive on Tuesday 13th and, (though I flush to admit it) I am a little 'tridecaphobic'.

On approaching my home in the mountains,,I was suddenly gripped by a strange foreboding since 'Moses' (my dog) did not bound towards me and knock me over (as is usual) when I have been away from him for any amount of time.

I was greeted instead by one of my associates who informed me that my old and dearly loved companion had been killed in a road accident three weeks ago.

I was not informed earlier as it was decided that the receipt of such news might be detrimental to my performance (I am inclined to agree with that assessment) I am thankful that I was not informed.

That is all I wish to say on the matter, Goodbye Moses.

I am deeply sorry to hear that Eliko.

The loss of a dg is like loosing a dear family member. Irreplaceable.

I hope Moses did not suffer for long.