We had a guinea pig euthanized early last week after a couple of weeks of declining health.
Last time we had a pet die (another guinea pig, last year), the vet sent us a sympathy note. OK, that’s not unreasonable and was a nice gesture though (I’m sooooo going to hell) I had to snicker at “she was a very special guinea pig”.
But yesterday in the mail, we got a padded mailer labeled “fragile”. We opened it up - and found an acrylic-clay heart. With the pig’s name stamped in it, and his date of death… and his pawprints. Presumably taken just after they euthanized him as he’d have put up quite a fight while still alive.
Typo Knig and I just stared at the thing dumbfounded, wondering what in hell we were supposed to do with it. I pointed out that there wasn’t even a hole in it in case we wished to hang it up somewhere (to which he replied “An ornament! Nothing says ‘Christmas’ like a plastic heart with a dead animal’s pawprints!!”). Had to admit he had a point.
Are we supposed to put it on his grave? (we took him home and buried him in the backyard with a big flat stone over it, to avoid a repeat of last year where a few weeks later, somehow the grave of the other piggie got dug up… either a predator that liked rotting rodent, or we’ve got a zombie guinea pig lurking outdoors, wheeking “braaaainnnnsssss”).
Are we supposed to leave it out on the coffee table for everyone to admire, right next to the book of landscape photos a friend gave us? (“Oooh look, the Grand Canyon!” “Hah, that’s boring, now here’s something REALLY interesting to look at!”).
Are we supposed to put it under our pillows to dream of the dear departed? (nah, I never liked that pig and surely don’t want to dream of him! I mean, I took care of him and sunk a small fortune in vet bills to try to save him, but that was duty not love).
Give it to the kids as a souvenir? Yeah, that’ll work out reeeealllll good. I LIKE hearing the kids sob uncontrollably about things even 2 years after they’ve happened, and if Dweezil puts on a show worrying about a stuffed animal being lonely for him, he’ll be LOADS of fun with a plastic heart with pawprints.
Thank heaven the kids are away at camp! We’ve hidden the object or we’d never hear the end of it.