#animal death *

[applesafterlife]

nah, I either feel like I'm a dog that was purely taught to attack or a dog that's about to be put down and knows it.

anybody else going through life feeling like a dog that wasn't socialized enough as a puppy

[foldingfittedsheets]

We had fish growing up. For a while my mom had a massive tank in which she prized several fancy fish types, carefully monitoring water levels and cleaning it. Then we got one sick fish and the whole tank collapsed. I watched fish slowly die as their fins rotted off. Suffice it to say my parent’s animal husbandry haunts me in adulthood. Vets were for other people in their minds.

After that we only had blatantly neglected guppies and betta. Their uncirculated bowls weren’t heated or cleaned regularly and mom was baffled that our betta kept trying to kill itself by leaping free of the toxic water.

After a determined campaign of whining from me about living conditions she found a large looney tunes style fish bowl, big enough to actually house an animal. She filled it with water and left the dirty jar the fish was currently living in next to it on the kitchen table as a reminder to swap them. We left to run errands.

When we returned home we were flummoxed to find the fish was burnt to a crisp and there was a small hole burned into our tablecloth.

You see, the sunlight had shone into the room while we were gone. The light refracted through the full clean bowl of water, cooking the poor fish, before refracting again onto the table like a magnifying glass.

When she realized the house had almost burned down because of a fish my mom finally stopped trying and focused on farm animals that could at least scream if mistreated.

[actualnymph]

There’s a dead animal (not sure what kind I think it’s a squirrel my brother says rabbit) literally massacred and stuck inside between the hood and the window of our car I don’t understand how it got there. My brother went to school and when he got to the car to go home it was in there. Genuinely horrified I don’t know what happened. It’s jammed in there.

[inbabylontheywept]

my grandpa was a good man. and it really wasnt his fault - recreationally lying to kids is a proud family tradition - but he told me, once, that cutting a worm in half resulted in two worms.

i think he said it so i'd be more morally okay with fishing? i actually dont remember the context.

point was, he told me this, and he understimated (by a very large margin) how much i liked worms. i was a worm boy. very wormy. and after hearing that, i went home, and i dug through the garden, flipped over every rock, did everything i could to gather as many worms as i could, and then i uh.

i cut them all in half. every worm i could find. all of them. with scissors.

i then took this pile of split worms, and i put them in a box with a bit of lettuce and some water and stuff and went to bed expecting to double my worms overnight. i have math autism, so i had a vague understanding that if i did this just a few times in a row, i would eventually have a completely unreasonable amount of worms.

i was very excited to become this plane's worm emperor.

(i think i was...six?)

anyway, i did not become the inheritor of the worm crown. i instead woke up to a box of dead worms and cried. a lot. i got diagnosed with panic attacks as a teenager, but i think i had them as a kid, i just had no idea what they were. i was kind of processing that a.) i had killed what i had assumed was every single worm in my yard, and thus would have no more worms, and b). i was going to like, worm hell.

(six year babylon spent a lot of time worrying about god.)

so i kind of freaked out, and i climbed a tree, because god can only smite you if you're touching the ground (?) and i sat up there mostly inconsolable until my mom came out and asked, hey, what's up? what happened?

so i explained to her that i had killed all of the worms, forever, and was also Damned, and she took me to the compost pile, and we dug for all of five seconds and found like twenty more worms.

the compost pile was full of worms.

she then told me that a). there were more worms, and we could put them back under rocks and stuff and recolonize our yard and b). that one day, i would die, and go to heaven, and be able to talk to the worms face to face. that i'd be able to tell them all that i was very sorry, and that i killed them on accident, driven only by excessive Love, and that she was positive they would forgive me because worms have six hearts and no malice.

at that point, i think i was sixty percent tear-snot by weight, and i had no choice but to gather enough worms that i could hug them. which my mom helped with. and then after that she helped me put some worms back under each rock.

and for my epilogue: i spent a significant portion of my childhood in trees. and for many years after, even when my mom didnt know i was watching, i would catch her giving the space under the rocks a light spritz with the hose. not because she loved worms.

but because she loved me.

[owainigo]

wolf in sheep's clothing

[todaysbird]

as a huge lover of birds, 90% of the concern against wind turbines being used for energy is literally just pro fossil fuel propaganda. birds ARE at a risk however there is a lot of strategies even as simple as painting one of the blades that reduces a lot of accidental deaths. additionally renewable energy sources will do more in favor of the environment that would positively impact birds (and all of us). one study found over one million bird deaths from wind turbines. while that is a shockingly high number and we should work to drastically shrink it, at least 1.3 billion birds die to outdoor cats on a yearly basis. it was never about caring about birds

[critter-creature-or-beast]

Jinx is officially a beloved beast!

Submitted for classification by @leodoriya

"this is my buddy. his name is jinx. he’s 21 years old and we have to put him down tomorrow. i would like to submit him for classification so that everyone can know my boy"

[ink-the-artist]

Girls when their periods sync

[joeyclaire]

[great-and-small]

Imagine saying your cat kills eels as if that’s just a cute little story when the European eel population has declined by 98% over the past 40 years to the point that they are now critically endangered 😭

Like, how can you care so little for your own remarkable wildlife? Your cat doesn’t know any better; it’s your job not to let them do that kind of thing.

[spiderhungry]

Awww what a sweetheart. I also lost my rabbit to sudden illness, and it was devastating. I am sorry for your loss. ❤️

your header is so sweet and I love it so much ;_; the bunny and the flowers are just stunning

Oh thank you!

It's actually drawing I made for my late bunny, Miko (but I called him Coco most of the time).

Tw: animal passing

He died two years and a half ago very suddenly, at a young age. When i first had him he helped me go through tough times, so his loss was really hard to cope for me. I made this art and others to pay tribute to him, and have kept it as a banner since then. My profile picture was also made by my best friend prior to Miko's death, and since Miko was in it, I never changed it either.

Sorry for dumping this sad story all of sudden, but I'm always happy to share his memory. As long as I live i'll never forget him. :')

[torajira]

google photos is so funny. three years since fish in da sink

[dozydawn]

[urgentkettle]

[ysabelmystic]

Doge is gone

[moldwood]

😭😭😭 my phone is begging me to put tumblr down like a sick animal...