The other day I was ruminating on our love, and I remarked to Husband that when Hairy dies, if I don’t die from shock! and horror! and devastation! myself, that I’d like to get her stuffed. You know, like take her to a legit taxidermist and everything. And then I’ll have her posed in a very regal position, with her beautiful poofy fur all fluffed out, and set her on my coffee table for all to admire and pay homage to when they see her.
then told me that having her body around would only tempt her spirit to remain with us, and he won’t have that. He said that she’ll come back to haunt us, and could just picture going to bed one evening, with her perching on the coffee table, to waking up in the middle of the night, and realizing with horror that she is sitting at the foot of the bed, in her cold stuffed body, watching him with her glassy green eyes.
I thought that sounded WONDERFUL.
Husband did not. I theeeeenk he mentioned the D word (divorce) if I stuff her.
But…I don’t know…so…tempting…