I just found out that my cat Alexandra the Great who passed away early this year, may have been part of a mass dump. Instead of being cremated and returned to me. On my shelf, there are three boxes, three boxes supposedly containing the cremains of my cats. I chose to have my cats cremated because I wanted them with me. I did not choose to bury them, because I knew that I would eventually be moving from my current home. I wanted them with me. I wanted their cremains to be buried with mine. And now, now, I learn those cremains may be just ashes. Ashes from what? Are those someone else’s beloved pet? Are they just wood ashes? Does it matter?
I have heard stories of this before several years ago, we had a similar incident where hundreds of animals were dumped on the side of the road instead of cremated and returned to their people. At the time, I thought, would it matter so much to me? I know that my cats are dead. It’s just the leftovers, isn’t it? It’s just the shell. Like the plastic wrapper from a piece of candy, once the goodness inside is gone, it’s just trash. But is it? I find it does matter to me. I find my heart breaking for my poor Schmoo, quite likely lying in a pit with other animals, rotting into the earth.
There are a great many people who will not understand this for various reasons. And that’s okay. I don’t need you to.