The story you are about to hear is true. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Dave, a friend of mine, was telling me a story about his girlfriends cat and how it came to be cremated. Dave and his missus, Leanne, lived together in a ground floor apartment in inner-city Melbourne. Leanne came to the relationship with a cat that a previous boyfriend had bought her for an earlier birthday. Lets call the cat Felix. Leanne, Dave and Felix the cat had lived a happy and peaceful life together in this inner-city flat for the past couple of years.
Leanne's family reside overseas. So once each she, she heads off to China and visits her relatives and friends for about 2 months. On the last occasion that Leanne was away, Dave woke one morning, made himself coffee and walked out to the courtyard. It was here that he found Felix. Dead. Lying. Flat. Stiff. And definately dead.
Dave attempted to get into contact with Leanne but learnt from her relatives that she was going to be out of reach for the next few days. So Dave was left to ponder the decision of what to do with the corpse. Being a paved courtyard, there was nowhere for Dave to dig up and therefore no place for Felix to be burried. Dave contemplated the nature strip outside his appartment block but thought this would need to be done under the cover of night and perhaps was not such a great idea givin' that he would have to tell Leanne where Felix was buried.
While he pondered this problem further, Dave placed Felix the cat in a shoebox and spoke to his mum. She suggested he call the local Vet.
Dave called the Vet and the Vet presented him with two options. One, the Vet could dispose of the cat for a fat fee of $45. Two, the Vet could have Felix cremated for $320, plus the additional cost of the Urn.
Knowing that Leanne would prefer the creamted option, Dave found himself facing a dilema. Why should he have to fork out cash for a dead cat that he didn't even buy? Yes he cared for the cat but $320!
Now some people would decide between those two options accepting the pitfalls of each one but ultimately living with the consequences. Dave is not like most people. Dave isn't really like people at all.
Dave, a friend of mine, was telling me a story about his girlfriends cat and how it came to be cremated. Dave and his missus, Leanne, lived together in a ground floor apartment in inner-city Melbourne. Leanne came to the relationship with a cat that a previous boyfriend had bought her for an earlier birthday. Lets call the cat Felix. Leanne, Dave and Felix the cat had lived a happy and peaceful life together in this inner-city flat for the past couple of years.
Leanne's family reside overseas. So once each she, she heads off to China and visits her relatives and friends for about 2 months. On the last occasion that Leanne was away, Dave woke one morning, made himself coffee and walked out to the courtyard. It was here that he found Felix. Dead. Lying. Flat. Stiff. And definately dead.
Dave attempted to get into contact with Leanne but learnt from her relatives that she was going to be out of reach for the next few days. So Dave was left to ponder the decision of what to do with the corpse. Being a paved courtyard, there was nowhere for Dave to dig up and therefore no place for Felix to be burried. Dave contemplated the nature strip outside his appartment block but thought this would need to be done under the cover of night and perhaps was not such a great idea givin' that he would have to tell Leanne where Felix was buried.
While he pondered this problem further, Dave placed Felix the cat in a shoebox and spoke to his mum. She suggested he call the local Vet.
Dave called the Vet and the Vet presented him with two options. One, the Vet could dispose of the cat for a fat fee of $45. Two, the Vet could have Felix cremated for $320, plus the additional cost of the Urn.
Knowing that Leanne would prefer the creamted option, Dave found himself facing a dilema. Why should he have to fork out cash for a dead cat that he didn't even buy? Yes he cared for the cat but $320!
Now some people would decide between those two options accepting the pitfalls of each one but ultimately living with the consequences. Dave is not like most people. Dave isn't really like people at all.
Dave took the cat to the vet to dispose for the low cost of $45. Dave then visited the local Salvos and bought a ceramic urn-like container for $3. He then went home, burnt some paper and twigs, placing them in the ceramic urn and presented it to Leanne upon her return as Felix's cremated remains.
I do not condone this behaviour. Not at all. But THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DOLLARS?
