Pet Cemetery
The return of Lucky

Who has a dead pet in their freezer story they wanna share?

I’ll go first!

I have a dead chicken in my freezer.

As you may remember one of our chicks, little Lucky, died during his second week of life.

Poor little Lucky.  He died right in the palm of my hand.  I didn’t know what to do and I could barely see where I was going from the tears, so I stumbled up my basement stairs to the living room where my boyfriend was settling into the couch to watch Survivor.

He jumped up, took two strides across the living room floor and grabbed an empty cardboard matchstick box.  He opened it up and I slid Lucky in.

Good.  That was over with.  Phew.

I started off with a fluffy dead chick in my hand and now I had a fluffy dead chick in a matchbox in my hand.

What the  hell now?

I wasn’t flushing him, I wasn’t dumping him in with the composting.  So now what?  What do you do with an animal that up and dies on you in your house?

Well the logical choice of course.  Stick him in the freezer.  Which is what I did temporarily.  Just until I could figure out what to do with him.

It took me  150 days to figure out to do with him.  Give or take a week.  So there sat Lucky in a matchbox in my freezer for the past 5 months.  Why so long?  Well,  I can tell you I definitely didn’t forget about him.  At any given time I couldn’t tell you how many whole chickens without feathers I have in my freezer, but I always know how many with feathers I have.   Also, any meat with a first name in your freezer tends be remembered.

And besides,  every time I wanted ice cream, I’d have to move Lucky.

So this week, I shoved the Haagen Dazs aside, grabbed Lucky and gave him a  proper burial.  I’d always kind of planned to bury him under the coop so now that it was done, I could finally grab a shovel and started digging.


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Once I got down to the task, I decided putting Lucky underneath the coop was kind of creepy.  Unlike keeping him in the freezer beside our ice cream for the past 5 months which was entirely normal.

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So I buried lucky underneath a weeping Beech right beside the coop.  Go ahead.  You can be honest.  Exactly how insane do you think I am at this moment?  I know you’re thinking it.


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It’s a pretty spot right near the other chickens.  But not underneath them.  I have no idea why beside is less creepy than underneath.  It just is.


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Once I laid his stone, we almost had closure.  And some extra space in the freezer.  There was just one last thing …


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The service.  It was beautiful.


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And then it was over.


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Rest in peace little Lucky.  You were a good egg.

The burial marker was sent to me by reader LeeAnne. She also sells them online. See all her work here.



  1. Jenn says:

    Closure is important.

    • Karen says:

      Jenn – Huh. I thought for SURE my first comment would be “In the freezer? With the food? You’re insane and I hate you.” ~ k

  2. Bev says:

    My old landlady used to have a big aquarium and her own kitchen, but she kept the blood worms to feed her fish in OUR freezer!!! Kept with your own food I have no problem with, asking your neighbour to keep it in their fridge, might have been a bit much :o)

  3. Sparrow says:

    It’s okay. I’ve had a few dead pets in my freezer too. They were just usually wrapped in foil and hidden in the back, so I could have my ice-cream without guilt.

  4. Jessica says:

    I actually totally understand that. We had a few goldfish and every single one of them lived in the freezer until I could bury them in the side yard. Beloved pets don’t belong down the drain or in the trash.

  5. Marti says:

    You are the most purely weird thing in my overnight shift, Karen. Reading your blog is PURELY weird.

    And what? A funeral… without a proper viewing? (Thank you!)

  6. Whitney says:

    I think you are totally insane! But that’s what makes you so fun! 😉

  7. Pati says:

    Nothing insane about it ! I’ve had more than one pet in the freezer before I could get around to burying them…wait a minute..does this make meas insane as you ??? I can only dream !! LOL

    • Karen says:

      Pati – As insane as me? Like professionally insane? Good luck with that. Gimme a call when you get up out of a dead sleep to arrange your bookcases. At that point you will be granted amateur status. 🙂 ~ karen

  8. Claudine says:

    Alright, this isn’t a dead pet in the freezer story, but I think it may be worse. When my son was a teenager, his pet rat, Emily, died. It was winter in California, and while not frozen, the ground was pretty muddy. Not a perfect condition for pet burial. Several days had passed since she had, and I truly wasn’t giving it much thought, counting on my son to let me know when and if he wanted me to participate in a service, or if he needed help with anything. I came home from work one evening to the most horrific stench. It surrounded our house, and lay like a green haze over the yard. The windows were wide open because, using young male thought processes, he had decided to open them when the house started to smell, not thinking about how the odor actually originated outside, so it had seeped its way into our home. Apparently, as poor old Emily lay in the early stages of decomposition in a paper bag in the back yard, my son’s idea of compassion drew him to the vision of a graceful, if not Viking-esque, cremation. In the Weber. Need I mention that our barbeque found its way to the dumpster the very next day?

  9. Elaine says:

    I have too many to tell ! The best involved a dead cat, he was in a cooler for a week, went every where my daughter went, sat beside her bed, until she finally agreed we should bury it. We decided to inter kitty in the local cemetery (we are in the country and Tom the kitty was being interred over our great, great, great, grandpa … dead for over 70 yrs, OK I figured) . A neighbor (who had to be watching with binoculars) saw us digging the hole and “burying something”, called the police because she assumed we were crazed killers who “had buried a baby” (I’m serious). My dad found out because he is on the cemetery board, and before he could find me to exhume kitty, the police had contacted the state anthropologist to exhume the mystery object (rolling eyes here). So we begged forgiveness from the cemetery board, dug the kitty up and put him in our yard. Why not the yard to start with ? Well the daughter was concerned that we might move someday and she would not be able to visit kitty’s grave. Lesson learned: be more discreet when burying family pets at the local cemetery. You certainly gave Lucky a nice service and a lovely marker ! Closure, it’s all about closure E in TN

    • Karen says:

      THAT is hilarious. Now that it’s over and done with that is. The marker was sent to me by LeeAnne. She makes them!

    • Oh my! What a story! Next time call me. Have kitty cremated and I can add the ashes to the stone. If you move, take kitty with you.

      Read a funny story somewhat recently – think it was in a local paper or might have been on these interwebs. After a family member died, a man removed the deceased’s pet’s grave markers. The markers were just the names Jody and Wanda, or something like that. No really knowing what to do with them, he put them in his own yard and forgot about them. Years later he moved. Decades(?)later, the “new” house owners discovered what they took to be children’s graves in their back yard and called the police. They eventually traced down the man and mystery was solved.
      Hmm. I think I’ll be making sure my pet markers say so somewhere on them.

      • Claudine says:

        LeeAnne, I think it would be sweet to cast a paw or foot print on the marker. Obviously not the animal’s actual paw print. And it would also help in this type circumstance, should it ever arise again.

  10. Laura says:

    WHY am I tearing up right now?! I think it’s hormones, tour exhaustion, or my unnatural love for all non-human, living things. Poor chicky. RIP.

  11. Rebecca says:

    I don’t think your crazy, in fact id do the same thing. Beautiful, burial. Just be sure the ladies don’t turn that spot into a dust bathing area, you don’t want lucky being resorected. If you know what I mean.

  12. Todd says:

    Ok, I was with you until I saw the stone for the deceased chick.

    • Karen says:

      Todd – You’re such a boy. You must have missed the post where a reader made this for me (she has a business) after Lucky died. His death prompted her to start making pet burial markers! I think it’s a great idea. I’ll never forget where lucky is and start digging around in there for one thing. ~ k

      • mothership says:

        OMG YES….. bunny had a wooden cross, that the dog eventually chewed up, then the remodel & all the building supplies piled up over him…. and now… after reading this…. I realize bunny is somewhere under the veggie garden…. hmmmmm haven’t dug him up yet….. hopefully he’s under the tomatoes & not the potatoes!

  13. Mandy Y says:

    None of this is surprising to me at all 😉 I’ve had to host tearful funerals for 2 goldfish and a siamese fighting fish called Mr Big Fins – my children wouldn’t have it any other way.

  14. Kathy says:

    We had my kids’ three pet rats in our freezer for two years! We finally just buried them last Summer, along with our two cremated dogs and our friend’s dog. The best part was when my in-laws were visiting once and my father-in-law, who gets bored easily, decided to help out by cleaning out our deep freeze. He was not impressed when he came across three frozen rats wrapped in plastic bags and marked “Do Not Eat” – Cutie, Butterscotch and Mr. McFluffball! Priceless

  15. Kirsten says:

    We kept my cat in the fridge in a shoebox for a day after she died, so no, I don’t think it’s crazy. It’s good that you got closure for Lucky’s death and managed to make a lovely grave.
    Plus, keeping a dead pet in a matchbox is not nearly as insane/un-foodsafe as what my mother did when I was a child: She put my dead beta in an icing can and put it in the freezer… and when my sister opened it up, looking for sweets, she found my dead fish instead.

  16. bex says:

    oooo… nothing like Stephen King reruns in the the middle of the night … or Alfred Hitchcock for that matter. 😉

  17. mimi says:

    I was creeped out that you didn’t put the matchbox in a ziploc bag before putting it in the freezer. Then I thought about, as you put it, featherless chickens, and yea, it’s not THAT crazy.

    Did you carve the stone for Lucky?

  18. LooLoo says:

    I love the story of Lucky. But you haven’t lived until you’ve had a dead rabbit tossed in the middle of your unmade bed by two wailing children, begging me to do something…”Fonzi isn’t moving”.
    We had a long talk about death…”to all things there is a season”…blah, blah, blah. Thinking we’d bury Fonzi and be done with it, I went off to find a “proper box”. But the children said I couldnt do the burying, “Daddy has to do it”. Fine, but daddy was out of town and not due back for several days, so Fonzi went into the freezer and since I couldn’t bare to open the door with the poor dead rabbit inside, we lived on fast food until daddy got home. He was laid to rest in peace beside the swingset. (Fonzi, not daddy)

  19. Shannon Clarke Devine says:

    “good egg” – ha, ha, ha, like that!! I believe I am past amateur in that I was up at 3am spray painting a bar fridge in my lounge with all the carpets rolled back. After having decorated a chinese lantern with vines leaves and paper butterflies and painting an old lamp stand I found in the trash…..

  20. Tracy says:

    Nah,that’s not insane! But wondering if you ever considered a name change at some point? 🙂

  21. kel mcnichol says:

    OK, not weird at all. All of our pets have gone to their final resting place buried out on my sisters land (10 acres). I could not imagine anything else.

    The only thing odd I have ever had in my freezer was a scorpion I froze. I found my cat looking at something on the wall – a scorpion – in my house! So I had to do something or else my cat would. So I got a container, put it underneath it and knocked him in. Then closed it. I could not throw it away – what if someone opened it. I could not hit it – what if it ran away. I could not flush it – what if it did not go down. So – freeze it. He froze straight. I kept it there for awhile (not sure why) then flushed it. Only to find out that scorpions can withstand freezing temps and that may not have even been enough to kill it since they can thaw out and revive.

  22. Rachel says:

    It was a guinea pig named Reese! He died in February so we had no choice but to “keep” him til the ground thawed!

  23. pve says:

    you just made this chick cry.

  24. melanie says:

    My heart goes out to you Karen. Lucky was fortunate to have been brought to your home. Beautiful burial. RIP Lucky.

  25. BTLover2 says:

    I laughed, I cried. Insane? Nope. Good mama? Yep!!

  26. Phedra says:

    Another vote for the “This isn’t crazy” category. I do wonder where you got the little stone you used though? Very sweet.

  27. Sally says:

    That’s so much better than our neighbors leaving their dead dog in their yard for a couple days. When they decided to “DO” something they wrapped him in CLEAR plastic and drug him to the back of their property. All of these locations WE had to drive past and see every time we went up/down our lane. Nothing says “hello neighbor” like here look at our dead/decaying dog for a couple months. They did finally bury him in the spring—I cant imagine how gross he must have been at that point! Poor dog! So glad we moved!

  28. Lisa J says:

    You’d fit right in with my mother in law. And I’m leaving it at that.

  29. Jillian says:

    Ok I have to admit pets in the freezer is strange. Hopefully, they are dead when they are put in. But I have to share something strange too. I still have the placenta in my freezer from my youngest daughter, planned on burying it under a new tree but haven’t had a place of my own until recently. Here it is…she will be 13 in October.

  30. Jennifer says:

    I LOVE the fact that Lucky has a headstone, and my all-time favorite photo is the chicken with it’s claw on the grave, saying it’s good-byes. I have a whole new appreciation for chickens after reading your blog!

  31. Laura says:

    We had a squirrel we rescued when he was shoved out of the nest. We would take him to the park to play. When he died, my mom kept him in the freezer for months until she found a taxidermist.
    Side note…it is not possible for a human to teach a squirrel the difference between a tree & a hydro pole. 🙁

  32. christine hilton says:

    When we moved into a new house my husband an artist found a dead mouse and put it in the freezer to sketch later. The neighbourhood kids had a scavenger hunt the next week and needed a mouse tail.I,trying to be the best new neighbour ever provided it.We were shunned.I have a soft spot for people with dead things in their freezer.

  33. Kat Gautreaux says:

    We’ve had in our freezer (at different states of aliveness as we would anesthetize fish in there that were on their way to death as my mom couldn’t handle their suffering): hedgehog, a huge oscar fish (displaced the ice cream entirely), morey eel, parakeet, some cockatiel eggs, a puffer fish, and 10s of other smaller,less exciting but still loved fish.

    We also had dogs — but they were too big for our freezer.

  34. Babie Knoop says:

    I adore the headstone! Did you make it? If so how did you do it? Need another post on “Making your Pets Headstones”
    Sweet post. I LOVE insane people, they make me feel normal!

  35. Lou Cinda says:

    LMAO!!!!! BUT….I would have done the SAME thing!

    Lou Cinda

  36. Stephanie says:

    Thank you so much for not showing a picture of Lucky. I was worried when I saw the hole. Poor little Lucky… The last time one of my animals died, I had to flush him. I hate flushing fish. It feels so awful. But I didn’t want to bury him, because – you know – fish can’t breathe underground. Flushing seemed like the best thing at the time.

  37. Jeanne says:

    I knew a neighbor that kept pet snakes in a cage. They had packaged white mice in their freezer that they would buy in bulk. I had to defrost and feed when they went out of town. I still have the creeps from that image to this day whenever I open my freezer! They have beady eyes. Although I have been known to pick up some road kill; owl, falcon, a fox tail once for close inspection (I’m an artist). LOL

  38. Eric says:

    Home Depot sells an aluminum toolcase/briefcase thing that is the perfect size to keep a [deceased]cat in your freezer. After 16 years [of living], Little Susie was not going to be buried anywhere but home. There was 3 feet of snow on the ground so we needed a few months til Spring. After a while you get used to it and say “Hi” as you take the ice cream out. I figured she was happy to get closer to the frozen chicken. Sort of like an Egyptian pharaoh’s burial with things needed for the afterlife.
    That case has come in handy several times.

  39. Kate says:

    SOoOOoooo I thought I was the only one who had done something like this. I’ve had various pet rats throughout the years, and they always seem to die midwinter when the ground is frozen and covered in snow. I wrap them in tinfoil (well marked, often with a mourning ribbon) and put them in the freezer. The most recent one is still in there though (its also been about 5 months, and I feel much better now LOL) because my current apartment really doesn’t have anywhere outside to bury her.

    Side note — I once had a goldfish that lived I kid you not 10+ years. When he died we built a cardboard Viking ship, and had a proper Norse “sea” (creek) burial complete with setting it on fire I was about 17 .. seemed fitting LOL

  40. Julianna says:

    My dad is an avid birdwatcher. I remember a time when there was not one, but three or four tiny, dead birds that he’d found, zipped into clear, plastic bags, and placed in the freezer (on the door) for later identification. My mom also kept many of her spices in the freezer, also on the door, also in clear, plastic bags. I picked up a dead bird more than once, thinking it was grated lemon zest or nutmeg. That was always… Ummm… Fun? They were there for YEARS. He’s better at identification now, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t see another bird in the freezer on my last visit. I don’t think you’re crazy. But my dad might be. 🙂

  41. ruth says:

    haha! You know what’s killing me? The number of times you had to tell us THE STONE WAS MADE BY A READER FER CRYIN’ OUT LOUD DON’T YOU READ ALL THE COMMENTS???????

    • Karen says:

      Ruth – I’ve since added the fact to the end of the post. I didn’t mention it because I’ve talked about the reader making me the stone several times. I may have even done a post on it! So I thought it would be beating a dead chicken if I mentioned it again. Guess not! 🙂 ~ karen

  42. Pete says:

    If you buried him under the coop, his ghost would have haunted the rest of the chickens every night. Good move on burying him under the Beech. Trees aren’t afraid of ghosts.

  43. Judith says:

    I actually thought this was a beautiful post — and there’s a lump in my throat to prove it.

    September 30 will be the one year anniversary of when Hobbes,our yellow lab died. He was fifteen years old, a good, long life.

    But the wooden box with his ashes still sits on our mantelpiece. Some of his ashes were mixed with those of his best friend, Lily, a wonderful dog who died two months before he did. Lily’s owner and I released some of them in the woods where we often walked them.

    But I’m still figuring out what to do with the rest.

    And while I have you, I think your chicken coop is amazing and that Lucky is in a very good spot.

  44. Olivia says:

    I have a shark head in my freezer! Step-son wanted to save the jaw and he’s 900 miles away at college now… shoot, until at least Thanksgiving.

  45. Mindy says:

    Awww, so sweet. My mom has an endless amount of dead animals “planted” in the backyard of the house I grew up in. Pets, birds that cats have gotten, possums, you name it, it’s buried there. So it may be creepy, but it’s normal to me as well.
    I also grew up with a grandma who had a freezer full of dead animals – but that’s story for another time.

  46. Liz S. says:

    Try have to borrow the neighbors backhoe to dig a hole in the side yard for your 110 pound pot belly pig. Porky was 10 years old when she left us. Yes, I named my pig Porky. I was in 5th grade when I got her and they thought she was a boy. Being in 5th grade I didn’t know much about a pigs anatomy. So when we found out late that he was a she, I just didn’t have the heart to change her name.

  47. Nancy says:

    Hi Karen…did you make the headstone for Lucky…JUST KIDDING..I remember the post about the headstone…been thinking about getting one for a cat we have buried out back..she never occupied the freezer but there was a hamster in there once when my son was little..anyway you are very sweet to do all that for a tiny little chick…I would have done the same…except maybe the freezer part..unless it was winter..

  48. Amy in StL says:

    Geez, now I feel bad. My Sheltie of 15 years had to be put to sleep because of kidney failure and I didn’t bury him or take his ashes or anything. I mean I guess I’d kinda made my peace with it over time since the last two years as he got more sick; but now I just feel kinda heartless. Maybe its better because I still have his picture on my desk?

    • Pam'a says:

      Dad was a veterinarian, so for as long as I can remember I’ve seen dead animals, from cows and horses to raccoons and pheasants (which I often had to clean for cooking) to beloved family pets, both our own and those of others. I grew up understanding that the actual body really isn’t where the animal is after it dies, and we never buried a beloved pet. So, IMHO you didn’t do a thing wrong. I am content knowing all my dear departed critters are waiting for me over there on the other side of the rainbow bridge, where they’re young and frisky again, cavorting among the tuna bushes and beef trees. It’ll be so great to see them again… 🙂

      • j says:

        After having multiple somber containers of the ashes of beloved pets that were cremated, I decided that, for me, my photos of them were enough, and now I make my peace with the process before the last trip to the vet. The ones that die at home get wrapped in a blanket and buried with a favorite toy. When we all meet up at the rainbow bridge, maybe the toys will be there. Thank you so much for your blog, I look forward to it, as well as the posts that are from before I found your site!

  49. I didn’t think you were crazy at all until I saw the headstone! Love this post 🙂

  50. Roxanne says:

    I’ve had expired goldfish in the freezer until the weather proved to be more acceptable for a funeral service.

    As far as what to do with the ashes on a beloved pet: I have two cats who lived to old age: Martha, who died @ 22 (I had her for 11 of those years and she slept in my arms every night) and Snapple, who died at 14 (but had been with me only 3 years). I have their ashes in two little wooden boxes from the vet and, when I finally move on, they will go with me. I promised Martha and Snapple I would never give them away or leave them alone.

  51. Katie says:

    Wow I thought my family were the only ones this crazy. Back in May my mother and I took a trip to Turkey and while we were gone my childhood cat died. It was sad but she had been sick for awhile. dad wanted to bury her at the cottage because that was always her favourite place to be. So because we weren’t at home and they didn’t plan on going there for a bit, in the freezer she went. Stangely enough it made sense to me, but anyone I told acted like it was the most disgusting thing ever! I mean its not like we didn’t wrap her up and everything. Haha

  52. A-M says:

    Oh that is the sweetest post ever. My boys read over my shoulder exclaiming, “awwww” all the way through it. A-M xx

  53. Jen says:

    Aw. We’ve all had those pets, random creatures that come home with our kids, birds that fall from nests, etc. Value life at all in any form and it’s totally understandable why you’d put it in the freezer and later bury it. We have a regular cemetery going on in an unused corner of our backyard. My husband wonders every time about the person who will live here some day and decide to put a bush in that corner of the yard; they’ll certainly wonder what sort of animal-killing people used to live here.

  54. julie s says:

    Crazy? Pfft! I can’t help but think that with some advanced notice, I could have fashioned you some tiny black pill-box hats with tiny black mesh veils for the surviving chicken mourners.

  55. Carol-Anne says:

    That’s the perfect spot Karen! Bless you for your care and comnpassion…

  56. Neal says:

    I had friends who sat Shiva (and invited the neighbors) for their rabbit when it died.

  57. Yasmin says:

    I just found this blog (amazing coop by the way) and this post, well, it was awesome. Why? Because it’s real. And I can relate. And you just seem awesome. Well done.

  58. So I really like your weeping Beech tree and thought I’d google it to see if I could plant one in my baby sized back yard. The ones I found are ginormous! Do you have a dwarf one or something? Because the ones on Wikipedia would easily eat a whole house for breakfast!

    • Karen says:

      Nikki – The tree was here when I moved in 12 years ago. And it hasn’t grown an inch! Well maybe an inch. So you’re right. It must be a dwarf version. It’s a beautiful, beautiful tiny tree. ~ karen

    • Andra says:

      We have a weeping birch in our backyard. They get rather huge! Ours is over 40 feet tall this year! They are beautiful though, and if you like to listen to the leaves rustle in the wind, in the fall… even better!

      So sorry for the loss of Lucky. You did a good thing! We never had deceased animals in the freezer. We did have a live calf in the bathtub once. She lived there for about a week until she died. She was born in a blizzard in January, and her Momma didnt make it. So my Mom put her in the tub, because it makes it easier to clean up messes, and our dryer vented under it. Over the years, we had many baby animals living in the house. None in the freezer though. Oh well, there is still time! As right now, we have 6 cats! I would have 7, but my husband threatened to leave if I rescued another!

  59. Jo says:

    When one of my aquarium fish dies I wrap it in wax paper and put it in a ziploc baggie in the freezer until I have time to use it for gyotaku art. I figure it is better to be part of an art project than to be flushed.

  60. Cara says:

    My boss had her favorite jack russel in the freezer in the basement for 9 years. A psychic told her prior to his demise that it was a husband from a past life.The front hall closet has the ashes of 2 or 3 dogs and one secretary…

  61. Leanne says:

    I don’t think you’re insane. I *do* hope the little matchbox in your freezer was inside a sealed bag or tupperware or… something. Otherwise the whole germ factor has me freaked out. But other than the dead chicken germ contaminated ice cream… I think it’s sweet.

  62. Michelle says:

    Not weird at all…that is where the veterinarians keep dead animals. It is FREEZING, so germs are not going to do much. Like others, I kept my cat in the freezer for quite a few months before I was emotionally prepared to bury her. Now if you have a freezer full of dead pets, that may be something you want to discuss with your therapist. 🙂

  63. Bethany says:

    Ok, I know I’m a day late and a dollar short on this one (I’m bringing that expression back, btw), but this post I can really, REALLY relate to. We’ve had everything from grown chickens to ducks to squirrels to cats in the box freezer we kept in our garage when I was growing up. We lived on a smallish farm and animals were always dying of some disease, or killed by predators, or something, and their remains were bagged and frozen until we could have a proper burial. In the back if my parents’ property is “Boot Hill”, where about 25-30 animals are buried. All our digs, cats, rabbits, chickens, ducks, snakes, and a white peacock named Honkers that we had growing up. The best freezer-related story though is when I was 15, I was homeschooled, and part of a co-op at my church. My dad taught biology to all the kids my age in the co-op, and when it came time for dissection, we did three major projects: a cat, a shark, and a mink. The dissection was done over a three-class period, and after each class, my dad and I brought the partially dissected animals home and stored them in the fridge in our garage, which is also where we kept the soda cans. The preservative smell was fantastic (sarcasm). One day my neighbor, whom I had a crush on, came over and went to help himself to a soda, and came back asking why there was a mutilated cat in our fridge. I told him we were waiting for the next full moon to finish sacrificing it. I always wondered why he never asked me out…

    • Karen says:

      Bethany – I once said “hello” to a boy in highschool by saying “greetings”. I’ll never get over that. Not quite as bad as a fridge full of partially sacrificed animals, but still … Cheers to your pet cemetary. 🙂 ~ karen

  64. Bethany says:

    Also, that should say “dogs”, not “digs”. Autocorrect. Sheesh

  65. Morgan says:

    This story had me near tears. Sad for the loss of a pet, and amused by how insanely honest and funny you are!
    I have a post mortem pet story to share. I don’t even know how to type this without sounding awful and insane. But I grew up always with a zoo of a house. So not only am I a huge animal lover, but I’ve come to be the strongest and most rational in my family when it comes to death and/or animal emergencies. Dog’s head stuck in the fence, chinchilla suicide, dog broke in the house and had a fowl feast from the bird cage, cat fell asleep and rolled down the staircase, etc. Keeping my mother sane and just shy of hysterics when any event should occur.
    So I was in high school and my parents were gone for the weekend. Our super old cat Marci was so shy, so sweet. We rescued her from kitty mill breeder hell when I was little, and she was frangile and ancient but a pistol really. Well anyhow, she liked to curl up and nap in the poofy round kitty bed in the curved nook of the L shape couch. Didn’t like to be bothered, but wanted to always be near. Being the good kid I was, I spent the quiet weekend doing homework while my parents were away. Started Friday night, gave Marci a kiss goodnight and made sure the cats and dogs had food and water. The dogs were content toward the back of the house/yard. And Id hang out in the living room doing homework, Marci snuggled in her same bed…Fast forward to the beginning of the week, my parents having been home since Sunday, and we find a very cold kitty snuggled in the exact same spot in her bed. She passed sometime between late Saturday and Monday. 🙁
    To this day if an animal of mine doesn’t move for even 10 minutes I poke em gently. They probably hate me. But I have to do right by Marci and not let anyone else go cold on the couch.
    Ah it’s awful!

  66. nancy says:

    Oh my god. I have been entranced by your blog for an hour (started with the backyard redo, and thought: this girl is a riot. And completely awesome). Then I found this!!!!! I AM NOT ALONE! Anyhoo, buried my cat finally mid-june (she gave up the ghost in January; we had kitty hospice running from thanksgiving until then. She hung on and hung on! Gruesome and heartbreaking and stressful after 17.5 yrs!) So, the kindly vet kept her in THEIR freezer until I appeared out of nowhere and picked her up. Finally in the ground, tearful funeral; I freaked out because she thawed a bit before we got the hole dug all the way and looked exactly the same. Oy. Anyway, the stone is a mosaic kit I picked up from the craft store and have meant to make all summer. It’s still in the box, on the kitchen counter. But she does have a sign my 8 yr old drew that says Beloved Pet Buried, in a ziploc bag, hanging from a plant marker. So, not only your riotous post of insanity (to which I seem to have a claim, as well) but a whole host of confession/comments have absolutely made my day. Oh, the humanity. Cheers.

  67. Heather says:

    When I came home from college, there was a shoebox in the freezer. Since I’d never seen shoe boxes in the freezer BEFORE going to college, I couldn’t imagine what was inside, and I opened it. It was a dead cockatiel. My mom had decided she wanted to try her hand at taxidermy, so when the neighbor’s pet died she actually had the nerve to ask them for it.

    My mom was a biologist, and it was not uncommon to find bugs frozen in mason jars in the freezer door. Kept them looking good until she could pin them in a collection. That was normal to me. A cockatiel? Not normal.

  68. Karen,
    Been busy in the studio lately and have just spent over an hour reading all the comments and stories. What an entertaining blog you have and your readers are a bunch of really nice people.

    I didn’t know you’d kept Lucky for burial and good for you! Even though you spent an hour crying the day he died, I worried when I sent the stone. Lets face it, there are only 2 kinds of people that mail a grave stone to a person they’ve never met. I’m happy Lucky’s stone fit in so well and that you aren’t thinking the the return address is really the location of an asylum.

  69. Amanda says:

    We had a dead chicken in the freezer for years!! We had our rooster, Spot, as a house pet for seven years. When he died, we knew we wanted to have him mounted. I guess the timing wasn’t quite right until my mom moved from the house I grew up in last year and he finally had to come out of the freezer. He now has a happy new home on top of the cupboard in her kitchen. Which is fitting because he used to sleep in a large coffee box in our old kitchen 🙂

    We really loved him. And, he was too pretty to bury! (mix of silver-laced wyandotte and bard rock) I love going back to my mom’s home and seeing him there – brings back so many great memories.

  70. TufaGirl says:

    I wish I had thought of this. Recent move to a rental property while waiting for our current place and my cockatiel (24 years old) passed. I had a little burial at our rental place cause it was all I knew to do. What a beautiful memorial for your Lucky.

  71. marné says:

    Our goose, Sally, has a big log as her marker. My husband painted it white, I think he was more upset by her dying than even I was. I went to visit my parents for a week, and she just stopped eating while I was gone. We found her in her little wading pool when we got home from the airport. Damn her! Why couldn’t she hold on for just a few more hours!

    Suffice it to say, there was no room for a goose in our freezer, so we had to dig the grave through our tears.

  72. Trysha says:

    “I have no idea why beside is less creepy than underneath.”

    Compared to inside the freezer, beside the ice cream and underneath the other frozen chicken….

  73. kelliblue says:

    Growing up, we kids were never allowed to have pets so my first foray into petdom was when I reached middle aged. I had 2 cats (now just one), and one of them, Arnie, a sweet, funny looking, old Devon Rex, died one night inside his little ‘house’. 🙁 Because I’m in an apt., I could not bury him, nor freeze him because he was too big, and he had died all stretched out in his house, so I could not get him out of it! 🙁 Sadly I ended up taking the whole er, kit-n-kaboodle to my local vet’s office…they later sent me a cute little plaque with Arnie’s paw print embedded in it! 🙂 The death of a much loved pet is hard no matter WHAT age…I still miss him!

  74. Sheila says:

    I don’t think you’re crazy at all…but that’s coming from crazy…since I have a cremated cat in a box in my lingerie drawer. I can’t believe I’m admitting this. But I get it. And a former roommate had put her passed parakeet in the freezer until she could give it a proper burial. So I don’t think it’s so unusual. I think it shows love & concern rather than just chucking the poor little thing.
    About the cat in my dresser drawer, we were moving to NY (my husband was already there) and the last night after packing the moving truck, I went in to the bathroom to get our two cats so we could leave for the hotel…and I found our precious kitty, Snickers, dead on the floor. It was awful for me. Add to that, I had to call my husband in NY and let him know, and he was VERY attached to Snickers. There’s a bigger story around it but it’s just sad. The whole thing happened during that time of the tainted cat food. Friends who were helping us move took Snickers to the emergency vet clinic (though we knew he was dead) while I took care of my 5yo son who was also crying. They cremated the remains and sent them to us in NY. There, we had no place to bury him…or nothing seemed right for burial. Six months later, we moved back to KS and back came Snickers with us. 🙂 And he’s been in my dresser ever since. I love the idea of adding ashes to a special stone, though. Snickers was my husbands & my first pet after getting married and was a VERY special part of our family. The stone would make a great little memorial.
    BTW, Karen, your kind of crazy is just wonderful. 🙂 RIP Lucky.

  75. Linda says:

    Oh I think this makes you a really sweet person. Too many people wouldn’t do that. I have an entire graveyard in my front yard on one side. Everything from fish to birds and lizzerds. Oh that reminds me there is a dead skink sitting on my bookshelf.

    • Karen says:

      Linda – LOL! I’ve never heard anyone end a sentence with “there’s a dead skink on my bookshelf”. 🙂 ~ karen

  76. My pet bunny died in April and we totally gave him a little bunny burial and funeral in the yard. My in-laws had two pet mice that died and they stayed in the freezer for WAY LONGER than 5 months. Their youngest son was maybe 12 at the time and he was always bringing it up at family dinners and such, asking when they were gonna get around to burying the mice. Quite appetizing mealtime discussion!

  77. Amy says:

    When our dog died, our vet’s office did a cast of her paw print and they all signed the back of it. Then they gave it to us when they returned her ashes to us. Funny thing is that they spelled her name wrong! Her ashes are buried in the backyard under a dog statute with our other dog’s ashes.
    Our freezer in the garage on the other hand, has been the proud home of a dissected squid that my son brought home from 5th grade and swore we could not get rid of under any circumstance. Fortunately (unfortunately?), someone left the freezer door open recent;y and everything thawed out. Oops! There goes the squid!

  78. cristine says:

    Saw this, thought of you…& your chickens.
    Cristine McC

    • Karen says:

      Cristine ~ Love it! Thanks for posting it. 🙂 I have my own chicken video coming up in a week or so. I *love* my chicken video. Thx. again! ~ karen

  79. Amber says:

    Definitely not insane.
    Years back our poodle mix died in late November when the ground was frozen. My mom wanted to bury him in his box in the spring, so we wrapped him up in his box with his blanket and added him to the freezer until his spring funeral. Sadly, we forgot to tell our tenant who shared the freezer. She recognized the box and wouldn’t use the freezer all winter.

  80. Sharon says:

    I’m late to the party, but I have a dead pet in the freezer story, too.

    We had a cat that had slipped out of our apartment for literally about 3 minutes. She wasn’t spayed (because I was a dirt poor single mother at the time), and 3 minutes was all it took for her to have a romantic rendezvous. Except we didn’t know that she’d found love, and never suspected she was pregnant, because she was already pretty plump. But then, on the day of my daughter’s 12 birthday party, she went into labor. I have been a midwife at several cat births, but never in the middle of preparing for a kid’s party. A kid’s party that includes making gingerbread houses as part of the activities.

    A kid’s party that includes making gingerbread houses as part of the activities, only not one single guest shows up. So it turns into a kid’s party where I have to attend to a cat in labor AND run around to all the neighbors and invite them to please, please come make gingerbread houses with us so that my daughter will quit crying.

    So my cat has one kitten. ONE. And it won’t nurse and it’s not moving. So I’m filling ziplock bags with hot water and wrapping them in towels to keep the kitten warm, because momma cat is ignoring it, and I’m trying to feed it a little condensed milk with an eyedropper. And make gingerbread houses. And reassure my daughter, who named the kitten “Rocky”, because he was a fighter.

    The kitten survived a few hours and then died. Much sadness. We couldn’t bury it outside because it was the middle of winter. So…Rocky ended up in a cake box in my freezer for months. And the next time I went into my freezer, I saw that my daughter had written a eulogy on the box in her childish handwriting. She had taken the Skid Row song, “18 and Life”, and adjusted the lyrics to the kitten:

    “Rocky was a young cat, he had a heart of gold.
    Lived just a few hours and worked his paws to the bone.
    Just barely out of momma, came from the edge of town.
    Fought like a tiger so no one could take him down.

    WE LOVE YOU!!!!”

    Yeah. Every time I opened the freezer, there it was. I dug a grave with a soup spoon in the spring. My daughter, of course, had just about forgotten about him by that time, and just said, “Oh, you buried him? Good.”

  81. Pam kern says:

    I am very late to this post. I just discovered your wonderful blog and this post was so funny and sweet that I had to comment.
    We have several pets hurried in a clearing at the back of our property, all with different stories. We also have our Labrador Raven’s ashes in a cookie tin on our bookshelf. We haven’t gotten around to placing them yet, it has been several years.
    The funniest story we have of a freezer pet was when our cockatiel Bud died. We had moved to the home we built 19 years ago and immediately added a couple of cats to our pet family of one dog and Bud. Our cat Blizzard just would not leave Bud alone, she really wanted to give him her special brand of kitty love. She was a bird hunter through and through.
    She would jump on top of his cage and try to stick her paw through the bars. I think it was all to much for Bud and one day I came downstairs to poor Bud dead on the floor of his cage. Some sort of birdy heart attack I assumed. I didn’t want the kids to freak out and hubs was out of town so I scooped him up and with tears running down my face slipped him into a paper lunch sack and popped him in the freezer. When hubs returned we took him to the back yard and had a little service and then buried him. The following morning my husband opened the front door to let the dog out and there was Bud on the front porch along with Blizzard and feathers everywhere. Blizzard was determined to get that bird even if it took digging him up from his little grave. This time poor Bud was placed back in a paper sack and had a less dignified burial in the trash bin. My kids to this day at 20 and 24 do not know the story of Bud’s return from the grave. Blizzard went on to perpetrate the great hamster massacre of 01 and that was the end of small animals in our house. We stick to cats and dogs now. Blizzard has moved on to the great pet shop in the sky where hopefully she is now at peace with those she loved to hunt.
    Thanks for the wonderful pet post and your lovely blog, Pam

    • Karen says:

      Thanks Pam. I’m happy you found my blog. That was a GREAT story. Poor bird. 🙁 My sister had a cocker spaniel and a budgie. She came home one day to a cocker spaniel and a multitude of feathers throughout the house. ~ karen

  82. pixie says:

    Had you buried him under the coop he would have haunted the rest of the chickens. You done good. Love the marker.

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