I had two cats.
She had two cats.
When we got married, that made four.
They all lived happy lives.
One died.
Then another.
And so did a third.
Their ashes are in nice velvet bags on the shelf.
When the fourth finally died, he came back in a nice box, with his name stamped on a shiny metal plate.
My wife asked the pet cemetery staff if we could get the others their own boxes and names stamped on shiny metal plates.
You know. Upgrades.
Even after they’re dead, we still pamper and spend money on these little guys.
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Pampered and loved.
Very nice, sir.
When my cat died in May, the clinic offered me several options. In descending order of cost from about $300: individual cremation and her ashes; mass cremation and mixed ashes with some of hers in there; mass cremation and no ashes. For additional cost, they offered to push her paw into some soft clay. They reminded me of the funeral home ghouls from when my parents died.