| Another Experience with Pet Preservation |
| As seen on the National Geographic Channel |
| Suggie |
Dear Suggie,
When you came into my life, you were 10 days old and fit in the palm of my hand.
You quickly grew into a mischievous boy with little hands that worked like mine and were busy all of the time.
Your intelligence and abilities amazed me. You were like a 2 year old child, when things got quiet, I'd better
see why! You loved to get a chance to do some Bad Boy-ing, and what a bad boy you were.
Every chance you got, you opened the door at night to have some unsupervised fun; turning on the faucets,
dumping the drawers, turning on the mixer and going through my purse. Oh, and the bathroom countertop
was so much fun to you. You loved to turn on the faucet and wash things, including the blow dryer...in the
bathroom sink.
You quickly learned to open child locks, door knobs, and to pull the drawers open so you could use them for
stairs to the countertops. And those poor old cats, did you ever give them some trouble. You wanted to
play with them so badly, but all they did was squall and run.
When I came home at night you would be standing and staring at the door, waiting for me to unlock it.
You grew to be such a fat boy (forty two pounds) that you could no longer crawl up to the chair to get in my
lap. So, you would put your hands on top of the foot stool and with your feet, step on my foot to be lifted up
even to the stool so you could walk on up. Once up on the stool you would crawl into my lap, sit on my leg,
leaning back against my body. I had my arm around you, patting your fat ol' leg. You always sat in the
Lay-Z-Boy like a human would, never like an animal. You loved to sit in my lap and rock, frequently turning
your pretty little muzzle, with the Bozo nose, up to give me smooches. When you would turn your head up to
look at me as we rocked, it was as if I was the most beautiful thing in your world...as if the sun had risen to
shine in your life.
You were a jealous boy, a loving boy, and given half the chance, a bad boy. You were the sunshine of my
life, and now the sun has gone down. Your daddy kept telling me that I didn't want to do this, but I told him,
"I will not bury Ol Suggie."
I didn't want to get you taxidermied because I want you to be you...Not your fur on a Styrofoam frame.
When I look at your picture and ache so to touch your fur, I am able to. When it is time for me to go, you will
be buried with me. We will be together forever.
I am so thankful for the technology that will allow you to be with me always. The hands I have entrusted you
into are kind loving hands who understand a love like ours.
---written by Dana C.
December 22, 2003
When you came into my life, you were 10 days old and fit in the palm of my hand.
You quickly grew into a mischievous boy with little hands that worked like mine and were busy all of the time.
Your intelligence and abilities amazed me. You were like a 2 year old child, when things got quiet, I'd better
see why! You loved to get a chance to do some Bad Boy-ing, and what a bad boy you were.
Every chance you got, you opened the door at night to have some unsupervised fun; turning on the faucets,
dumping the drawers, turning on the mixer and going through my purse. Oh, and the bathroom countertop
was so much fun to you. You loved to turn on the faucet and wash things, including the blow dryer...in the
bathroom sink.
You quickly learned to open child locks, door knobs, and to pull the drawers open so you could use them for
stairs to the countertops. And those poor old cats, did you ever give them some trouble. You wanted to
play with them so badly, but all they did was squall and run.
When I came home at night you would be standing and staring at the door, waiting for me to unlock it.
You grew to be such a fat boy (forty two pounds) that you could no longer crawl up to the chair to get in my
lap. So, you would put your hands on top of the foot stool and with your feet, step on my foot to be lifted up
even to the stool so you could walk on up. Once up on the stool you would crawl into my lap, sit on my leg,
leaning back against my body. I had my arm around you, patting your fat ol' leg. You always sat in the
Lay-Z-Boy like a human would, never like an animal. You loved to sit in my lap and rock, frequently turning
your pretty little muzzle, with the Bozo nose, up to give me smooches. When you would turn your head up to
look at me as we rocked, it was as if I was the most beautiful thing in your world...as if the sun had risen to
shine in your life.
You were a jealous boy, a loving boy, and given half the chance, a bad boy. You were the sunshine of my
life, and now the sun has gone down. Your daddy kept telling me that I didn't want to do this, but I told him,
"I will not bury Ol Suggie."
I didn't want to get you taxidermied because I want you to be you...Not your fur on a Styrofoam frame.
When I look at your picture and ache so to touch your fur, I am able to. When it is time for me to go, you will
be buried with me. We will be together forever.
I am so thankful for the technology that will allow you to be with me always. The hands I have entrusted you
into are kind loving hands who understand a love like ours.
---written by Dana C.
December 22, 2003
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