It's been a hard five weeks--honestly, it's been a hard nine months--so many losses of pets, of friends, of patients I came to care for, but here's the thing, as much as I miss my Frankie and Ib, I would and could absolutely NEVER do this: "Freeze-Dried Pets Comfort Grieving Owners."
The pictures of the freeze-dried animals are very life-like, and it's something to see the owner of the business recommend that people opt for the "closed-eyed, sleep pose." Yeah, cuz, putting Frankie in an attack position with his tail straight up and his eyes open and mouth open in a hiss would have been a real hoot. Okay, see, maybe that...heck, instead of his ashes, I could have just put him on the fridge and hollered at the other cats when they knocked his freeze-dried body off. Can't be any worse than Little Dude breaking my resin chicken's foot off, right?
Oh hell to the no, to borrow from Madea. Yeah, I'm the first to go to dark humor, but this isn't healthy. Staring at your dead pet's body to derive comfort? Not healthy. What's next? Freeze drying our dearly departed spouses? Hey, husbands who don't do any more dead than they did alive? Just stick the remote in one hand and a beer in the other and put him in his recliner, and put the pooch at his feet. You'll never be alone!