September 1st marked the start of what is, without question, the most underknown (totally a word) celebratory month in the calendar. The month, the entire MONTH of September is Pet Remembrance month. For those of us who find remembering our deceased pets throughout the entire year to be an inefficient use of our limited mourning time, this plan is genius.
September won this honour after beating out July and August, both of which were drunk at the time of voting. Honestly. Everyone knows July and August involve Margarita’s. Sciencey magazines have proven it’s impossible to properly mourn a lost hedgehog while you’re elbowing Costco shoppers to get to a propane tank sized bottle of lime juice. It’s basic science.
I should explain I’ve taken liberty with the name. September is actually called World Animal Remembrance Month so as to include the departed animals that weren’t pets, like maybe the one you added a blob of HP Sauce to last night. Please don’t celebrate the sauce; March is the designated National Sauce month, not to be confused with July and August, which as we established earlier, are National Sauced months.
Remembering the deceased animals is our way of thanking them for not evolving to the point where they can overtake us. Also we’re thankful to them for giving us companionship and not eating our hair while we sleep.
A few months ago I came up with a way to remember my very special pet Cuddles. You may remember Cuddles by her remarkable bum.
Cuddles was my first chicken and she is the chicken all other chickens will be compared to excepting the ones that come with sauce. She was funny and friendly and routinely fell asleep in my lap. In fact, as soon as I went into the coop and sat on a bale of straw she would come running up to me, jump into my lap and fall asleep at which point I would hope she didn’t poop.
After years of struggling with her health I finally had to have Cuddles put down a week before Christmas in 2015. The only animal I’ve ever cremated was Cuddles. My mother cremated all kinds of chickens in her lifetime but she did it due to a pathological fear of salmonella.
So when Carlene from Greymount Paper & Press (a stationary company) approached me a few months after Cuddles died about doing something special to remember her by, I said YUP. Let’s do this.
And we did.
Yes. It’s the Cuddles Greeting Card complete with a description of her on the back of the card.
I know. It’s so great.
The cards are now officially for sale on my Shop page along with my 2 other collaborative products,
the Rough Linen bread proofing cloth, and the hand carved Cattails cleaver hook.*
*(all items are now sold out)
So yeah, I’m remembering the animals I’ve loved, lost and lounged with over the years with special consideration for Cuddles. The little chicken from Canada who I never ONCE thought of putting sauce on, because I have the willpower of that Vampire guy in that Vampire movie who loved that non Vampire girl who actually looked like she could use a juice glass of blood.
Who are you remembering this month?