We used to have a little black kitty called Tiddles, very sweet and full of character.
About 3 and half years ago she became ill. She was off her food and was quite weak. Took her to the vet who discovered a swelling under her chin. He said it could be an abcess and put her on a week's course of antibiotics. She seemed to improve at first, but 3 days later she had a fit and died - poor wee thing! She was only 7. We were devastated!
We had recently moved from a house to a flat, so had no garden to bury her in. My sister, who lives nearby said we could use her garden. It was arranged for the following morning.
It was January, and during the night it snowed. By morning it was several inches deep, so the burial was postponed.
So (and this is completely true) we wrapped up Tiddles in an old towel, put her in a plastic bag then put her in the bottom drawer of the freezer.
Weeks went by - somehow or other, due to work commitments, weather, etc etc etc, there never seemed to be an opportunity to bury poor Tiddles.
Finally, in April, my sister and had a coinciding window, so, after languishing among the carrots and peas for 3 months Tiddles' funeral was arranged.
It was a beautiful day so I decided to walk to my sister's. Halfway there, I was passing the shops when my mobile rang. It was sis asking if I would pop into the freezer shop to buy her a frozen chicken. Coming out of Farmfoods I suddenly realised that Tiddles was in a Farmfoods bag as well, and started to giggle uncontrollably . . .
So there I was, trotting along the road, cackling my head off, carrying a frozen chicken in one bag, and a frozen cat in the other!!!
She's buried under a lovely blue stone beside a cherry tree.