Posted on 06/25/2017 3:44:22 PM PDT by Timpanagos1
In 1997, a forensic examiner in Berlin reported one of his more unusual cases in the journal Forensic Science International. A 31-year-old man had retired for the evening to the converted garden shed behind his mother’s house, where he lived with his German shepherd. Around 8:15 p.m., neighbors heard a gunshot from the direction of the shed.
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The German shepherd was calm and responded to police commands. On the way to an animal sanctuary, the dog vomited some of its owner’s tissue, including skin with still-recognizable beard hair.
(Excerpt) Read more at news.nationalgeographic.com ...
I must admit; in seven decades, six of which contained pets, the thought had never crossed my mind—until I read this article.
If a person had a choice between a bowl of cold cereal or a nice warm rare steak, which would he choose? The androcentrism of the author is amusing.
If I am dead and the dog needs food, then I’m good with that. Same for the cats.
After I’m dead, my body is just meat.
Well, what about this thread, then?
I was literally eating a store bought chimi chunga when I read this ... just fished feeding the Watch Dog and ...
I’m headed for DQ to get some Ice Cream (I know it isn’t Real Ice Cream) but after that story I figure I can eat anything tonight.
Gonna top it off w a Beer, kinda an Inverse Float.
Wish me luck
I don't know, but I do know my cat would kill me if it could.
I’ve already had ‘the talk’ and given them permission.
I had a chihuahua that tried to eat me anytime I ran out of baloney to feed it. Heck it nipped at me with the baloney in hand.
I have indirectly experienced this. An old Friend involved in Construction was our client and a workmate and I in Engineering related to that construction. We surveyed his ranch and got a couple of acres each for our work in the 70s.
I visited the ranch (and my two acres) around 2007; the ranch had a new owner and a new tenant.
I asked the new tenant if he knew where the old owner was and he casually answered, "I heard that he moved about 100 miles away, he lived alone, died one day and his two dogs ate him.
It was startling to say the least, and a short conversation, LOL.
This story made me wonder what my feelings are about the whole topic, and I realized that, so long as my pets don't eat me when I'm still alive I have no problem with the possibility if it helps keep them alive long enough to be found and survive. As for the reverse, I don't think I could ever eat them, dead or alive.
The responses to this topic should be interesting.
Mark Twain...
Some dogs would lay by the side of your dead body and mourn until they died themselves. Documented instances of that.
Some dogs would end up eating your body if they had no option, such as being shut up in a house with your remains for a lengthy period of time. Documented instances of that, too.
It’s fairly breed specific, I’d think, as to what sort of behavior a dog would exhibit upon your passing. My late Walker Hound girl would mourn herself to death, she loved me so it was painful to watch sometimes. Hounds have their downsides but love and dedication beyond all reason to their people isn’t one of them.
My border collies would not eat me.
However, they should, and while they are easy to train, I’m not quite sure how I would train them to have me for dinner.
If it meant their surviving, learning to love someone else and making the most of their time here on earth under the sun until we’re together again, what do I care if they eat my remains? They’d be no longer of any use to me, so have at it. Disgusting to contemplate, but life is sometimes messy.
The first parts of you to go are the moist and apparently delectable lips and eyelids, and they move on from there. I definitely recommend keeping dry food containers loosely covered on a counter where Fluffy can push them to the floor where they spill their contents and provide a few days of margin before your eyelids and lips become lunch.
I see your a Marxist from the Groucho school :-)
Makes me glad I don’t have a dog.
Kebabs, not Bob? Doner party? I thought you said Donner Party?
If I drop dead, I don’t begrudge any pet I might have of an all-you-can-eat buffet experience!
There are so many people in my house all the time that the cats wouldn’t have a chance at my remains.
Nope......... Want to try again? Groucho Marx
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