Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:No. Our dog died unexpectedly and it just didn't matter. He was dead. The ashes weren't going to bring him back or make us feel better. What did make me feel somewhat better was collecting a bunch of old pictures and creating a blanket on zazzle. I can't cuddle with ashes, I can cuddle with a blanket.
I know I found the whole process to be pretty awful.
First off the cremation can is always pulling up at our vets because it's next to an emergency vet. So you always see it - they should really take that stupid advertisement off their car.
So, our dog dies. They ask you all that stuff and I'm really upset even though she was older than like Mick Jagger and I pick the cremation option even though we cannot bloody afford it. I used to just bury my dog in the yard (honestly it's easier) but since she died at the bet I paid like $300 to have her cremated and for some box and a stone or whatever. I just didn't have the strength to say 'give me my dead dog I'm going to bury her on s farm (you're not allowed to bury your dog in a small yard).
So, fine, done. But not done. This sales rep from the cremation calls over and over again and leaves cheery messages about the options I've picked and wants to make sure that I'm happy with them and she wants me to call back to confirm this and that at least 3 f$$$ing times.
My best friend just died - I do NOT actually want to chat about her being cremated with an overly cheery lady that I've never met.
I don't want to chat at all thanks very much.
What stopped her from calling me was I called her back one time and used the same overly cheery voice to talk with her about my dogs ashes - totally freaked her out and she stopped repeatedly calling me.
That's flipping obnoxious. My vet handled all interactions with the cremation company and didn't even give them my contact info. How the hell did the cremation company think their behavior was appropriate?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:No. Our dog died unexpectedly and it just didn't matter. He was dead. The ashes weren't going to bring him back or make us feel better. What did make me feel somewhat better was collecting a bunch of old pictures and creating a blanket on zazzle. I can't cuddle with ashes, I can cuddle with a blanket.
I know I found the whole process to be pretty awful.
First off the cremation can is always pulling up at our vets because it's next to an emergency vet. So you always see it - they should really take that stupid advertisement off their car.
So, our dog dies. They ask you all that stuff and I'm really upset even though she was older than like Mick Jagger and I pick the cremation option even though we cannot bloody afford it. I used to just bury my dog in the yard (honestly it's easier) but since she died at the bet I paid like $300 to have her cremated and for some box and a stone or whatever. I just didn't have the strength to say 'give me my dead dog I'm going to bury her on s farm (you're not allowed to bury your dog in a small yard).
So, fine, done. But not done. This sales rep from the cremation calls over and over again and leaves cheery messages about the options I've picked and wants to make sure that I'm happy with them and she wants me to call back to confirm this and that at least 3 f$$$ing times.
My best friend just died - I do NOT actually want to chat about her being cremated with an overly cheery lady that I've never met.
I don't want to chat at all thanks very much.
What stopped her from calling me was I called her back one time and used the same overly cheery voice to talk with her about my dogs ashes - totally freaked her out and she stopped repeatedly calling me.
Anonymous wrote:No. Our dog died unexpectedly and it just didn't matter. He was dead. The ashes weren't going to bring him back or make us feel better. What did make me feel somewhat better was collecting a bunch of old pictures and creating a blanket on zazzle. I can't cuddle with ashes, I can cuddle with a blanket.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I just kept the tags. And my memories.
+1 I've never grasped the point of keeping anyone's ashes, frankly.