Weirdly enough, my first impression was that the pillow was made from the pet's fur and stuffed with whatever, instead of being made from whatever and stuffed with the pet. Even weirder (to me) is that of the two, I'd almost consider it if it was that.
When Limpet was sick, those last weeks staring down the barrel of her death while I was putting needles in her twice a day and giving cuddles, I really did understand why some people have their pets stuffed and mounted. It wouldn't work for me, but I couldn't see how I was going to function without those little grey velvet paws to stroke. So I had a few desperate days where I really wanted to think it would fix that. But for me it doesn't. She was more than any one part of the body she walked around in. I have her ashes because I just couldn't tell what I was going to mourn or regret not doing, down the road. They're sitting in their urn on top of the fridge and I don't even want to open the box.
It's good to know what's available though. Whatever comforts people, it seems to me it's good that the option is there.
"Hoe sou jy wat so baie reis die wonderlike mense van ons land beskryf?"
En ek se vir hom, "Man, Johan. Die meeste mense is maar lekker zef"
- Valiant Swart
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