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Nov. 19th, 2006 12:03 am( storage )
Nov. 19th, 2006
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Nov. 19th, 2006 09:45 amCookie killed a squirrel today.
She was still playing with it and pouncing on it like a cat toy; my parents had to chase her off. And then they were too scared to touch it so I had to dispose of it.
It was still warm.
It didn't look dead at all. Squirrels don't have any whites in their eyes or a contracting pupil; they don't get that empty, unfocused look in their eyes no matter what. It was still warm and it hadn't stiffened yet and the eyes still looked bright and alive only it had a gash in its stomach and my hand got stained with blood and I could feel it growing colder and colder and colder and it made me want to cry.
She was still playing with it and pouncing on it like a cat toy; my parents had to chase her off. And then they were too scared to touch it so I had to dispose of it.
It was still warm.
It didn't look dead at all. Squirrels don't have any whites in their eyes or a contracting pupil; they don't get that empty, unfocused look in their eyes no matter what. It was still warm and it hadn't stiffened yet and the eyes still looked bright and alive only it had a gash in its stomach and my hand got stained with blood and I could feel it growing colder and colder and colder and it made me want to cry.