Taxidermist's pet pillows panned

Taxidermist's pet pillows panned

SPRING CREEK, Nev., April 10 (UPI) -- An "alternative way to remember your pet" scheme by a Nevada taxidermist involving making pillows from the skins of dead pets has not been well greeted.

Taxidermist Jeanette Hall says she has received "hundreds of hate e-mails from all over the globe" complaining about the pillows, which she has produced from the skins of pet cats, dogs, cows and horses.

Some of the e-mail addressed her as the "devil incarnate" or "Cruella DeVille," the Sunday Telegraph reported.

Hall charges $65 to skin a cat, as much as $125 to skin a dog and $150 to skin a horse. She says using the skin of a dead pet is "a great way to enjoy your cherished pet," but once her service was advertised on the Internet, she started receiving threatening e-mail.

"I had people threatening to burn down my house," she told the Telegraph.

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than the skin of my dog made into a pillow.

What ever happened to just taking a photo of your pet and framing it? Sheesh.

and that in places other than where I live, the thought of resting one's head on the skin of an animal brought into the home as a family member is not a horror story? Please.

:puke: :puke: :puke:

when he has cremated they mailed me his paw print and locks they had cut off prior.

What a shock...cried and cried...but now they're next to my bed in a frame.

I have a bag of his fur that was shaved off, plus his pawprints. I thought the fur would smell like him-like baby powder-but instead it smells of formaldehyde. I keep it in a box with his favorite toys. I still cry every time I see it (though I can't bear to do away with it). The pillow idea seems pretty awful to me.

it would make as much ethical sense...

she'd make a better coat rack.

than freeze drying, or stuffing them? Or keeping their ashes on a mantle in a fancy jar?

The woman isn't doing it to be cruel, she isn't forcing anyone into doing this and she's not stealing pets off the street or getting them from a shelter solely to make pillows out of them...she's providing a service she was originally asked for and tried to find if there were others who would want it also.

Back in the day, a picture or a lock of hair in a locket might have sufficed!

I think this is ODD, I think it is gross, I sure as hell would never do it, but I don't understand the "hate mail" bit. It's a beloved pet, it's dead. The woman isn't advocating KILLING animals to have, say, a, cat pillow, is she? This is a kooky way to memorialize an already dead pet, but people are kooky.

I have to wonder how many of the hate mail writers eat dead cows and chickens, wear dead cow skin on their feet, sit on dead cowskin chairs in their homes, use dead cowskin to hold up their pants, and so on. Why not hold up Roy Rogers and Dale Evans as criminals for stuffing Trigger? What they are in essence saying is "Your way of mourning is NOT ACCEPTABLE to me! I HATE, therefore, I am!"

With all of the real problems in this world, and in this country, particularly, I find amazing some of the things people will wrap their minds around and direct their energies towards. There's either a market for this, or there isn't. She won't get my business, but I'm not going to hate her for accomodating the oddball that this works for...

Then our cherished pets will become a part of us!

Kittie Kiev.

I would rather see someone who loves their kitty remember them in a way that gives them comfort and is important to them.If one person thinks eew than don't do it for yourself don't tell others what to do when they lose a pet they adore it's not your place..
The pet is dead,but the people who loved them live on and they are missing them.

Now people may go eeew,sleeping with a dead cat..but for me I was too torn up over it all to go eeew about my best friend. My cat when I was a kid was murdered by bullies.They hung him, When I got him down it was too late to save him...When I got him free I was totally exhausted,because the bullies were too many for me to fight.I was a little kid they were alot older and bigger than me.They beat the tar out of me,and I had to hide to avoid their blows they were throwing rocks.I was hiding in an old dryer with a bleeding nose and cuts when they hung him.I could not save my cats life by myself,I could not find a weapon to fight them with that would work. I felt like I betrayed my cat, it was awful.I just wanted my cat back. My best friend had just been murdered.I wanted him to be alive.I kept hoping he'd breathe,I didn't want him to be alone just in case. My home was abusive and my father a tyrant drunk so I could not just talk to mom about it.I was crying.I snuck in the house,late I fell asleep with my cat in my arms like how he used to sleep with me in life...That night I had a dream and he was in it and it gave me comfort. That morning I buried him,and went to school which was hell as usual where kids threw stuff in my hair and made fun of me all day but this time I didn't care about the teasing anymore .I wanted to be dead with my cat..who loved me and I loved him.

I still miss him.it's been over 25 years.

You never know how a person is affected by death of a loved one and how they will mourn.Don't restrict another persons grief because you think it is gross for YOU. You are not them.
I understand why some people would make a fur pillow out of their beloved pet. to feel the fur and feel a thin thread of connection still to the animal they loved...Grief hurts the heart like that. I have two photos of this cat and my memories.

I wasn't sure I should tell about my cat but considering the almost bigoted views on how people grieve expressed here I thought I needed to remind people grief HURTS.

. . . is discovering the capacity of cruelty in our peers. The difficulty in my eyes is at what age your illusions about a perfect world are dashed. Assuming your home life has been relatively safe up until that point, the realization that a neighbor child could maim and kill for sport can come as quite a shock.

Our family cat, King Tut, was murdered by the boy across the street. He shot him with an arrow and threw him into the river. He was the most beautiful golden long-haired Persian cat with soulful green eyes. We all loved King Tut. I remember going with my brother to the bridge over the river and looking down at his body pierced with the arrow that had ended his life, suspended in the ice below. I was not yet 5 years old. The boy who murdered King Tut was no more than 7.

TYY

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