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.
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.
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.
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.
Once I laid his stone, we almost had closure. And some extra space in the freezer. There was just one last thing …
The service. It was beautiful.
And then it was over.
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.