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deershstagla · 7 years

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Planning on submitting a breeding soon (either Grand or normal Edit Randomizer + Painted Bottle + Genus in a Bottle) to get a memorial pet of my little Muna. I have most everything I need for it (unless I opt to go Grand), just waiting on a list of artists I can select from with the Artist Ticket.

(small note, if you’re an artist available via Artist Ticket and might be interested in being ticketed for this, feel free to let me know. I also have many many more reference pictures I can provide).

More info under cut.

Post more for easy image references than anything else. He didn’t have that leash, but it’s the companion leash for the harness and shows how bright the colours for his harness are supposed to be. (he got it pretty dirty pretty quick).

My little Muna was a feral rescue kitten. I trapped him on September the 6th, 2016, at about two months old, and worked with him every single day to get him tamed up to try to give him a better life.

He was an indoor/outdoor cat (hated being inside all the time with a burning passion, and he hated our dogs to boot), and I’m honestly hating myself for not keep him 100% indoors despite his dislike of that. I know. It’s my fault, please don’t lecture about it.

Long story short, one of the neighbors, specifically our landlord, started killing the stray cats in our area. He told me to put collars on mine so he’d leave them be. I did. Muna still disappeared. He was wearing a pink collar at the time of his disappearance (couldn’t let him wear the harness outside as it wasn’t break-away). He never disappeared for more than 12 hours or so before, short enough that it could be chalked up to playing and sleeping. And he very rarely left our property. And never went far from the property when he did leave, literally just across the main driveway out front. He was very very people shy. So it’s impossible that he willingly went away with someone (even of the three of us at the house, I was the only he willingly let touch him, and even then, only when he wanted).

We found out recently that the landlord has been keeping a cat trap right across the main driveway from us. This is the only logical way Muna was trapped. And this makes me furious because there’s no excuse and no way to have missed the collar.

We have no way of knowing his exact age, as he was born feral, but our best guess is that he would have turned a year old sometime this July.

Instead, he went missing, assumed killed, on June 25th, 2017.

And there’s nothing we can do, even as far as legalities go, as the landlord is hiding behind a bullshit reason (ie. it’s not true at all, but sounds plausible) claiming that the stray cats have been killing the baby peacocks (they’re not, it’s dogs as the cats are too afraid of the size of the momma peafowl to try anything; aside from which, the peafowl aren’t even his, they were abandoned birds from a prior renter in the area and they are all but wild), thus he is allowed, per county law, to ‘remove’ animals that ‘pose a threat’ to his ‘property or livestock.’

And add on that we have no proof he’s the reason Muna disappeared, we simply have no ground to stand on.

#aywas #aytag #tw:animal death #trigger warning: animal death #animal death

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biofunmy · 5 years

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What Should I Do With My Dead Dog?

Alexandra Manno was 16 when her boyfriend at the time gave her a surprise gift: a dog, which she named Calle.

A pit bull mix that appeared to have some Australian cattle dog in her bloodline, Calle slept with Ms. Manno every night, moving with her from North Carolina to the Seattle area, where she now works as a public defender.

“She’s been with me through college, law school, all my boyfriends,” said Ms. Manno, now 31.

In short, nobody in Ms. Manno’s life bore such intimate witness to her path to adulthood and self-sufficiency. So last year, when it became apparent that Calle was sick and needed to be put down, a tearful adieu at the veterinarian’s office wouldn’t quite cut it.

A friend of Ms. Manno’s told her about a pet funeral home in West Seattle called Resting Waters, opened in December 2016 in a low-slung brown building across from a popular deli by Joslin Roth, 39, and Darci Bernard, 34, who are sisters.

Its name succinctly describes the process, known as alkaline hydrolysis (or aquamation), by which it puts pets to rest.

Aquamation is a water-based alternative to flame-based cremation. An animal’s corpse is placed in a nylon bag, followed by a multi-partition metal contraption (“like Tetris,” Ms. Bernard said) and then a tank filled with heated water, potassium hydroxide and occasionally sodium, which breaks down tissue while preserving bones, microchips and the like.

The process, which sounds and smells like a large-capacity dishwasher cycle, typically takes about 19 hours and usually involves the submersion of several pets at once. Resting Waters’ aquamation machine can hold up to 400 pounds, while larger machines can accommodate 2,000-pound animals, including livestock. The bones are then dried in a closet with a dehumidifier, and delivered to pet owners in urns or whatever method they specify.

The interior of Resting Waters is cleanly appointed, with paintings of animals gracing the walls. There are cozy pet beds arranged beneath a desk, and the music is meditative and relaxing. For a pet, it’s like “you’re going to your last spa day,” said Rhonda Krider, 44, who had her dog, Hunter, laid to rest there.

Like its counterparts on the human side of the death care industry, Resting Waters offers a range of after-life services, some of which it contracts out to third parties. If you want a locket of your pet’s hair shorn and preserved, Resting Waters can handle that for you. If you want your pet groomed for a viewing or ceremony before it is placed in the tank, that can be arranged as well.

Ms. Manno, who said, “I was just obsessed with my dog, I’d had her forever,” made a slide show featuring portraits of Calle and eulogized her dog before several guests, who were treated to snacks and wine.

“After that, I taxidermed the paws,” she said.

And then there are the truly special requests.

“We had a woman come in and make us drink shots with her,” said Ms. Roth, who, like her sister, eschews the Brylcreem and suits of traditional funeral directors for nose piercings and tattoos.

Ms. Roth started Resting Waters after she came to the realization that, in Seattle, “you could do stand-up paddleboard yoga with your dog but couldn’t visit a death care provider. With pet death care, you’d leave your pet at the vet and they’d literally dispose of them in garbage bags. It was like, ‘Whoa, this was a need.’”

After several decades as a television executive, Jerry Shevick came to a similar conclusion before opening Peaceful Pets Aquamation in Newbury Park, Calif., in 2013.

“We have six dogs and I did a pet show on TV once, so I knew from a population standpoint that this is an industry — the total pet space — that grows 3 to 4 percent every year, even through the last recession,” said Mr. Shevick, 59. “A lot of the spending increases are about people wanting better and more services and options.”

Along these lines, Ms. Roth said, “these days, with veterinary care, we do for pets exactly what we do with humans.”

Ms. Bernard chimed in, “They put pacemakers in dogs.”

Mr. Shevick also extolled the virtues of aquamation as an environmentally friendly alternative to flame-based cremation.

“People don’t think about cremation like they do all the big carbon producers, but in actuality, it has a pretty significant footprint,” he said. Conversely, he said that aquamation “really uses the same components that natural decomposition uses. With people paying attention to climate change, it’s becoming more interesting to people as well.”

Indeed, California and Washington are among the nearly 20 states that have recently legalized aquamation as a means of dealing with human corpses. But unlike the heavily regulated human death care industry, the pet one “is the Wild West,” said Ms. Roth, and thus far more lightly regulated.

Occasionally, though, someone seeking to open an aquamation facility will have difficulty convincing wastewater-treatment officials that the process is sufficiently pure. Still, it’s a lot easier to open an aquamation facility these days than a flame-based crematory.

If you buy an aquamation machine in the United States, it will likely have been manufactured by Bio-Response Solutions, a small, family-owned company in Indiana. Samantha Sieber, 36, a founder and the vice president of research who also handles regulatory and legislative issues, estimates that the company has sold some 150 pet-aquamation machines throughout the United States. (Bio-Response Solutions also has several clients in Europe, where alkaline hydrolysis has been around a lot longer.)

“A lot of my customers got turned down to put a crematorium in,” Ms. Sieber said. “If they’re in residential or downtown areas, they would never allow the emissions. The public perception of a smokestack and fire risk, they’re not going to let that happen. You don’t have any of that with alkaline hydrolysis.”

Why is it that the death of a pet often elicits a far more emotional response in a human than the death of a blood relative?

“Relationships with pets are way less complicated,” Ms. Bernard said. “Pets never really wrong you, and sleep at your feet every night.”

“If you’re a single person, if you open your door, they’re there,” said Diane Dyer, who has conducted memorial celebrations at Resting Waters.

A self-described tomboy who excelled at sports growing up in the Bay Area, Ms. Krider and her dog, Hunter, relocated to the Pacific Northwest when her marriage ended. She now works for Trupanion, a company providing insurance for dogs and cats, and moonlights as a high-school football referee.

Hunter, an abandoned mutt of unknown genetic origin (possibly part chocolate Lab) that Ms. Krider had trained as a search-and-rescue dog, “got me out of bed every day after a divorce and helped me meet new people,” she said.

Ms. Krider’s mother flew up from California for Hunter’s memorial at Resting Waters. After the ceremony, Ms. Krider took Hunter’s remains home in a bag, along with his paw print on a piece of plaster.

Ms. Krider’s cat, Ferris, had been in a major funk since his best canine friend died. But when Ms. Krider came home that day, Ferris “knew something was going on,” she said. He began rubbing Hunter’s remains incessantly, as if to say, “My brother’s home.”

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