We have had all sorts of pets over the years, dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, rats even a squirrel.
Obviously there comes a time when we have to say goodbye to them and the normal usual thing was to bury them in the garden. (once they had died or course), but the daughter suddenly decided she did not like this.
The husband spent a good hour out in the garden digging a grave for one of the guinea pigs, lowering in the cardboard coffin and covering it over again. All of us going out to the funeral , the daughter putting down a wooden ice lolly stick cross with the pets name on it and us all saying goodbye. At this point I have to tell you that it was the middle of November and the weather was atrocious. Anyway we all got on with whatever we were doing when the daughter suddenly in floods of tears shouted dig him back up, dont leave him out there in the cold for the worms to eat him!
Nothing we said was of any use we could not change her mind so off out again went the husband to dig up the guinea pig again.
So what next what were we to do with a soggy cold husband and a soggy muddy box containing one dead guinea pig? She decided it would be better to have it cremated and the ashes put into a small urn like she had seen happen on tv programs.
The following day the husband was seen out in the garden, again, firing up the B-B-Q! He got a few strange looks from neighbours as you can imagine with it being November.
Anyway five times over the years the old B-B-Q has been rolled out for a cremation service and five small recepticles now have pride of place on the mantlepiece.
Do any other familys have to go through this or is it just mine?
Obviously there comes a time when we have to say goodbye to them and the normal usual thing was to bury them in the garden. (once they had died or course), but the daughter suddenly decided she did not like this.
The husband spent a good hour out in the garden digging a grave for one of the guinea pigs, lowering in the cardboard coffin and covering it over again. All of us going out to the funeral , the daughter putting down a wooden ice lolly stick cross with the pets name on it and us all saying goodbye. At this point I have to tell you that it was the middle of November and the weather was atrocious. Anyway we all got on with whatever we were doing when the daughter suddenly in floods of tears shouted dig him back up, dont leave him out there in the cold for the worms to eat him!
Nothing we said was of any use we could not change her mind so off out again went the husband to dig up the guinea pig again.
So what next what were we to do with a soggy cold husband and a soggy muddy box containing one dead guinea pig? She decided it would be better to have it cremated and the ashes put into a small urn like she had seen happen on tv programs.
The following day the husband was seen out in the garden, again, firing up the B-B-Q! He got a few strange looks from neighbours as you can imagine with it being November.
Anyway five times over the years the old B-B-Q has been rolled out for a cremation service and five small recepticles now have pride of place on the mantlepiece.
Do any other familys have to go through this or is it just mine?
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