When you tell your son, “I need you to help me dispose of a body.”
Remember the neighbor’s missing cat? Well, I found him today, in our yard. He was decomposing nicely. I imagine the poor little thing came in our yard for some reason and our dogs did him in. The odd thing is that we never heard any commotion, he was not as decayed as he should have been for as long as he was missing, there are no visible signs of a battle in the yard, the cat wasn’t battered or torn, and our dogs didn’t really seem that interested in the carcass. Also, where the body was we would have noticed, so it wasn’t there before today, although I’d say the cat had been dead longer than one day.
I dutifully went over and told my neighbors the sad news. I feel just awful about it. They are sad, but don’t blame us or the dogs. The lady even said that’s what happens with outdoor animals. I can’t really get mad at the dogs. They just did what dogs do. But I’m really sad about the cat, which I loved. He was a sweet beautiful fellow, and I hate that this happened to him. Damn it.