There’s no love and acceptance than like that of a pet.
The Egyptians had ideas about this.
Just sayin’.
This is lovely and sentimental, but it is only borne of a rich and peaceful society as we have enjoyed in the USA these past decades.
Sorry to say it, but for the most of history and human society, people have kept pets so they can eat them later on.....
I would put a bullet in somebody before I would let them kill one of my dogs.
But, seriously??? Do these people think their pets are going to read these stupid obituaries? I’m not entirely convinced that obituaries are a good idea in the first place since anybody who matters to you should be told about your passing not by a newspaper but by somebody else who knows and loves you.
My dogs will miss me dearly when I am gone. But writing them a love not in a newspaper will not do anything for me or them. I’ll leave that part to God.
The newspaper has probably added a field for “surviving pets” to its online obit-submission form. If you build it ...
I am in the process of having my will drawn up and made sure that my pets will be in good hands if I pre-decease them, and I have spoken with the persons involved with that to make sure everyone is on the same page.
The thought of an obit did not cross my mind and it is not something I worry about.
I wonder if it’s a reaction to low fertility rates among certain classes of people?
Some of the best people I’ve known are animals. If I’m honest with myself, my animal friends are the only children I have. I would certainly want them to have the best if I were to pass unexpectedly.
Well huh. I figger I’m so ornery, my critters may be my only mourners.
Maybe I should give all future pets apparently human names, so as to fill out a full slate of grieving loved ones, LOL.
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Sir Rufus of Iredell...that’s such a name! Princess Bella is quite envious. For a kitty who was adopted from a kill shelter on her “last day”, she does put on airs...as I type, she is sitting, tail wrapped daintily over paws on the table in the breakfast room, watching the geese through the sliding glass door as the sun rises. Head held high, ears perked. I wish the darn geese would go home...I thought they were neat at first...watching the v’s fly over head was nice...but they do it day and night...and their poop!!!! OH MY it’s nearly as big as my golden retriever’s poop!!! Only slimy like bird poo. And the Golden? Yes...the dumbest dog on earth...he’s afraid of the geese...the fearless bird dog crouches on his belly and barks when the V’s fly over and he sees them. Did your ducks do something to abuse my pooch when he was visiting?
oh yeah...the topic was pets after the loss of their owners...well...I don’t think I’d have Rum and Belle mentioned in an obit. But...they are both in our wills. Princess Bella is happy to announce that her name is first. Rummy wants to know if Will, whomever he is, has a cookie.
I want to provide a service where I take cats of deceased people. I will provide special service like the owner wants. How do I get started? I will keep the cat(s) until I find a new owner per the instructions from the deceased owner.