You know, a day on which anthros visit their deceased friends and relatives is not such a bad idea, especially if one is religious, but even if one is not, which I am not, there is still a certain mysterious meaning to it all. Before mama found me, or rather I found HER and papa, I wandered around our little town and I slept sometimes at our lovely small cemetery and there was a peacefulness there that one does not find in just any old place.
The famous Catalan poet, Machado, is buried in our little town.
There was also an old man, very drunk most of the time, who sat on a bench just in front of the plot of mama’s and papa’s ex-landlord. He stared into space most of the time, talking to himself with wild eyes, but at least he was not hassled by the police or disdained by the inhabitants of the town. Poor old guy, there we were together and maybe I was company for him for a little while although he really didn’t see me. I was just a little black and white shadow for him, I think, a ghost, perhaps of someone’s kitty gone, gone.
Even if you are a non-believer, you really should visit a cemetery every now and then and just feel the quiet and the richness that the ground seems to exude. So many people have honored their dead in these places, or even dishonored, for some, but SOMETHING has surely taken place there with ceremony and seriousness, or derision or sometimes delight, each one at the gravesite thinking his own thoughts about death and how he is so glad to be living. That, too.
If only we celebrated our dead as do the Mexicans, with favorite foods and drink left for the spirits who come back on that night to say hello.
I walked through the little paths between the tombs and nameplates and structures dedicated to the dead and found it strangely melancholy but also enriching in its own way.
I know there are cemeteries for kitties and doggies and I’ve never been to one, but I hear they are also moving and touching to the anthros who loved their animals so, so much.
Frankly, I would rather avoid that place right now. I’m just a wuss puss at heart.
But it’s awfully pretty all lit up like that. I’m sure the spirits are happy….
That does look like a peaceful place. And pretty all lit up.