When our pet rats die, we put them in the dumpster. I feel like it holds symbolism for them as a place of abundance and freedom, as well as being their traditional stomping grounds. A few days ago we have one put down for the first time. We did a little ritual where we arrange neighborhood flowers around her and give her Cheerios for her journey/rat Charon, say a few words, do butchered a mourner’s Kaddish, and gently lower her into the apartment dumpster. It’s not crazy at all. Five fucking minutes into a silent backyard beer after we laid her to rest, some dude on a bike rolls up to go through the building’s trash. We hear “What the fuck, who puts a dead rat in here???” As if we have ANY responsibility to make our trash accessible to the people that go through it? dgaf about recycling, r

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