I don't mean for this post to seem morbid, but here it goes.
So, I'm thinking of opening my cat's makeshift casket to say one last goodbye to him. But I'm afraid that he might be... unrecognizable at this point. He went back in February, and my Dad wrapped him in a towel and placed him inside a wide plastic container with some dirt and closed the top with the regular side snaps.
The reason I would even think of doing this is because after he went, my Dad practically rushed to bury him and I didn't get to say goodbye. My cat was in my life for a very long time but my Dad, who has had other pets of his own over the years, had already begun getting rid of the cat's things even the day before he passed, and when he did go, I didn't even have time to see his body. I was emotionally debilitated and could only fight up the strength to ask "why are we speed-burning through this"? I had to beg for 20 seconds alone with his wrapped body before Dad whisked him to his final resting place.
After that, looking around the house, it was as though the cat never existed. All evidence of him ever having been there was gone. Maybe it's how my Dad copes, but for me, it was
Way. Too. Fast.
So, part of my wanting to see him once more is for hope of proper closure, while the other half is essentially out of anger over Dad denying me a funeral-esque moment. But like I said, I don't know what to expect to see at this point or even if it would be safe to do. Thoughts?
So, I'm thinking of opening my cat's makeshift casket to say one last goodbye to him. But I'm afraid that he might be... unrecognizable at this point. He went back in February, and my Dad wrapped him in a towel and placed him inside a wide plastic container with some dirt and closed the top with the regular side snaps.
The reason I would even think of doing this is because after he went, my Dad practically rushed to bury him and I didn't get to say goodbye. My cat was in my life for a very long time but my Dad, who has had other pets of his own over the years, had already begun getting rid of the cat's things even the day before he passed, and when he did go, I didn't even have time to see his body. I was emotionally debilitated and could only fight up the strength to ask "why are we speed-burning through this"? I had to beg for 20 seconds alone with his wrapped body before Dad whisked him to his final resting place.
After that, looking around the house, it was as though the cat never existed. All evidence of him ever having been there was gone. Maybe it's how my Dad copes, but for me, it was
Way. Too. Fast.
So, part of my wanting to see him once more is for hope of proper closure, while the other half is essentially out of anger over Dad denying me a funeral-esque moment. But like I said, I don't know what to expect to see at this point or even if it would be safe to do. Thoughts?