2024-04-15 09:00:00
We had a small family tragedy. A little kitten wandered into our courtyard of a private house. Our son Nikita was the first to see him. He immediately shouted:
– Mommy, there’s some little animal there, let’s go have a look!
Come over. We saw it. The kitten was very weak and probably sick. I didn’t allow my son to touch it. Still a street person. What if there is rabies or lichen? She carefully grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and carried him to the house.
They put the kitten in a box and poured him some warm milk. He immediately lapped greedily. We put a towel in the baby’s box for warmth and softness and left it on the porch.
I called the veterinary clinic and asked what might be done. The kitten was very weak.
There they told me that anthelmintic should be given and a rabies vaccination must be done, but until then it is dangerous to touch the kitten, especially for a child.
But Nikita himself didn’t particularly bother with him. I saw that he was not feeling well and did not bother him.
Unfortunately, the kitten did not live to see the morning. Died. Apparently, he was still very ill or was separated from his mother early. In the morning Nikita was the first to discover him. He came running to my husband and I’s bedroom and said:
– Mom, the cat isn’t moving at all. I call him and call him, but he doesn’t respond.
I immediately understood everything. She took the box with the kitten out into the yard and tried to explain to her son what happened.
“The cat was very sick and died. He will no longer be able to eat, walk, or play. It will lie there until it disappears completely.
Nikita was upset and frowned.
– And if he really, really wants to eat, for example, he won’t be able to either? – the son asked hopefully.
– He won’t want it anymore. But we can make it so that he can then, following disappearing, appear in another place. To do this, we need to bury it,” I got out.
“No, I don’t want to bury it,” Nikita became stubborn. – he will be scared and dirty to lie down. And in general, how will he get out then?
Well, at this point I began to explain that the little body would no longer get out, the cat would turn into a cloud and fly away over the rainbow.
The kid listened attentively, but I don’t think he understood anything. We buried the cat right in a box behind the fence. Nikita looked thoughtful for half a day, and then, apparently, he forgot and became cheerful.
A couple of days later we came to visit my mother-in-law. While I was chatting with her in the kitchen, Nikita saw that she had chicken defrosting in the sink. Asked:
– Is this chicken dead?
– Dead. How do you know that? – the mother-in-law became wary.
I had to tell her how the kitten died.
“It’s too early, of course, for him to receive such knowledge, but there’s nothing to be done,” Nikitin’s grandmother sighed knowingly.
“This chicken, Nikit, died on purpose so that we might eat it,” the mother-in-law tried to explain the chicken’s death a little awkwardly.
He just nodded silently and thought.
At some point, we got distracted by discussing the soup recipe, and when the mother-in-law returned to the sink, the chicken carcass was no longer in it.
– Where did the chicken go? – she clasped her hands.
“Nikita took him away,” I immediately guessed. – Let’s go out into the yard!
We rushed out of the house and into the street. My instinct did not let me down.
My son was sitting in the yard, digging a hole in the ground with a stick. Next to him lay a defrosted carcass.
– What are you doing, son? – I asked Nikita.
– I’m burying the chicken. So that she turns into a cloud and flies away to the rainbow like a cat,” the son explained.
“Ugh, Lord,” hissed the mother-in-law. – well, Nikita, this is for food!
“If we eat it, it won’t end up on the rainbow,” Nikita answered reasonably.
My mother-in-law looked at me, looking for support, and suddenly she realized it herself.
– Nikita, the chicken will hit the rainbow, don’t worry! We’ll bury her wing and she’ll get there!
– Is a wing enough? – the son doubted.
“Enough is enough,” I joined in, amazed at my mother-in-law’s ingenuity.
So they convinced Nikita to give us the chicken. My mother-in-law washed it well, cut off the tip of the wing, and we solemnly buried it in the yard.
“What a great idea you came up with,” I said to my husband’s mother. “I probably wouldn’t have realized it.”
– Yes, you realized even more – you explained so well regarding death and burial. Without any drama. Wait, it definitely won’t end with the chicken.
She turned out to be right! Over the next week, my son “buried” mosquitoes and flies, carefully placing them in various boxes.
And then one day, I forgot my passion for funeral rites. Now we are already laughing at how he almost buried a whole chicken carcass!
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