My friend, Kim, wrote in her blog about how her kids had a funeral for a bird that had died by there house. There is a link on the side to her blog--Way cute pictures of her kids and their special ceremony.
Anyway that got me remembering my pet Tweety. We had it for a few years and one Sunday my brother, Clark, came down the hall crying hysterically. That when he broke the news that Tweety had flown in between the bars of her cage and got lodged in it and died. So, my mom found a shoe box and we had a wonderful funeral. My dad found an awesome flat, big rock, that served as a tombstone....which later my uncle took and is now the center piece of there handmade waterfall.
A few years later, I think I was about 7 or 8 and my friend, Rachel and I were playing in the backyard and I showed her Tweety's grave. Somehow I got the idea that my friend needed to see Tweety. I started digging and decided to go get a shovel, when my brother, Jeff asked what I was doing. THANK GOODNESS he found out and stopped me. Could you imagine? I don't know what in the world I was thinking!!! May Tweety rest in peace.
1 comment:
That is a great story. I am glad you did not dig your bird up. I don't think we ever had a pet funeral.
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