Topic: I Don't Want to be Buried in a Pet Cemetery

Eileen Bennet

Date: 2006-05-25 11:00 EST
Fitzwilliam, her beloved pet slug, had died and Eileen went about in mourning. Sure, it had only been a slug but everyone needed to show love and affection to someone and Fitzwilliam had been it for her. Eileen was still very much alone in RhyDin, more-so now without the slimy leaf-eater.

She was pretty sure he was dead when she had danced on over to his cage (read: hermit crab plastic container) with a leaf or two from outside to feed him. He had been lying on his side, all slime trails leading to his pathetic shrivvled form. She had seen dead slugs before, had sprinkled salt on one that she had found in her house once and then made her boyfriend bring it outside. Fitzwilliam was looking very much like his dead cousin when she remembered to check in on him.

She used the two leaves she had brought for him to eat to wrap him up, like a burial shroud. Pet slugs didn't go down the toilet drain, she was pretty sure, so she had to think of something more creative. She took a walk to the overgrown park that was a few blocks down from her squatters-paradise, humming Ramones- Pet Cemetery to herself the whole way. It seemed fitting, somehow.

When she got to the park, she set the leaf-covered dead slug down under a tree. She wasn't really sure what the proper way to say goodbye to her slug was. She shed a tear or three, waved goodbye and walked away. She'd have to save up for a pet that would be more sturdy...like a lobster.