That's disgusting!!!

My Dad made me promise to take care of his cat Tigger when he died. I kept my promise. Actually, I loved Tigger so because he was the last link to my Dad.

Unfortunately, Tigger didn't get along with other cats so I had a real dilemma on my hands. That's when my best friend said he could live with her. He had a wonderful life! He was very loved and I got to see him all the time. He actually lived on 3 more years till one day Susie came home and found him in his favorite spot, dead. We had him cremated and she gave me his ashes. When I left CT to move to Michigan, I took a teaspoon full and put it in this beautiful little ceramic container (it was a cat sitting on top of an ottoman). It sits right next to Casey's cremains. The rest I gave to her and her daughter. They scattered them in some of his favorite spots.

My cats are all provided for in my will. I would NEVER take the chance of no one being able to care for my furbabies!

I find it awful that a family would lie to their loved one and then make a joke of it later.