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This Woman Creates Beautiful Memorials For Dead Animals She Comes Across And Here Are 25 Of The Most Heartbreaking Ones
Amanda Stronza is an anthropologist, professor, and photographer, passionate about wildlife and the people who live closest to wild animals all over the world. If you visit her Instagram profile, you're gonna find hundreds of breathtaking pictures capturing the incredible lives of wild animals. However, you're gonna notice that some of the photos are a bit different.
Since Amanda adores and respects our Mother Nature so much, she created this little tradition for herself to make a memorial for each dead animal she happens across. The woman adorns the body of the animal in flowers and photographs it as a way of honoring its life. She's already made quite a few of these and they're all absolutely beautiful yet utterly heartbreaking.
Bored Panda invites you to look through some of the most mesmerizing animal memorials created by the amazing Amanda Stronza. Besides, we had a chance to ask the woman some interesting questions, so make sure to scroll down and look for her answers.
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"Years ago, when I was doing my PhD research in the Peruvian Amazon, I found a field mouse outside my hut. He was clearly in some kind of distress. Maybe he’d been caught by a hawk and dropped? I don’t know. He was barely moving. I scooped him up and started to care for him as gently as I could. I took him everywhere with me, even to interviews. I fed him baby milk with a tiny blue ear dropper. For about a week, I watched him gain strength, and I started feeling confident he was going to be just fine, able to live on his own. Then one day, he started aspirating the milk through his nose. I had overfed him. Or I had fed him too quickly. He died in my hands. It was all so fast and awful and completely my fault. I was inconsolable. I could not stop crying. Days passed, and people started saying to me, “Amanda, he’s just a mouse!” and “They are everywhere. Why are you so upset?”
I understand what they meant. I get it. He wasn’t a rare or precious creature. He wasn’t a jaguar or a scarlet macaw or a giant otter. He was “just a mouse.”
But I also don’t get it. He was one mouse I cared for and loved. He was a sentient being, albeit a tiny one, with feelings and fears and pleasures and thoughts I could never know. He had a life. He was special. Because they are all special.
This little mouse is not that mouse from those many years ago in Peru. This is one I found in my yard in Colorado a few months ago. I don’t know what happened to him. Maybe he’d been caught by a hawk and dropped? It was too late to do anything. But I scooped him up and cared for him as gently as I could."
"We come spinning
out of nothingness,
scattering stars
like dust.
~Rumi
I found this baby in my yard last night. No visible wounds or marks. Now wreathed in the beauty of his too-brief life in spring."
"It’s been a day to honor the dead. We found this squirrel on the trail this morning. Her body was still warm. Maybe hit by a bike? I pulled her under a tree and circled her little body with beauty. No one who sees her now will dismiss her as 'just a dead squirrel.'"
"A few people have asked me why I see so many dead animals. It might seem like I venture out every day looking for them. I don’t. I promise, I don’t! I do see something dead almost every day. I should say some being. Or someone. I see someone dead every day. It’s just as easy not to see. It’s normal to walk or drive by a dead animal and ignore it. It. Easy to ignore it," Amanda told Bored Panda.
"Every day. I’m sorry.
I found her just now, in the middle of a bright hot morning. She was in the far lane of a 6-lane highway, surrounded by suburban sprawl. Coyotes adapt so well to our concrete-and-cement, built-up spaces. They live among us, even when we’ve left them with so little. So little space to roam. Smart and fast as they are, it’s hard to beat six lanes. Do we really need so many?
I pulled her off the road, up a small hill, and over the railroad tracks to the shade of a tree. I, she and I, must have been a sight. It’s ok. I want people to see. How many drove by and left her there?
These pink flowers were everywhere. They made her only more beautiful."
the way she puts the flowers in top of the animals makes it even more beautiful
"We found her on the side of the road. We couldn't leave her there. Cars and trucks were barreling past at 70 mph, within inches of her body, rustling up her still-soft fur. She deserved our concern and care. Some dignity in her death. She was just a fawn, still with her spots."
"My intention and hope in creating the memorials is to give attention and respect to the animals I find, as individuals, as whole beings who had lives of their own," Amanda explains. "I want to notice them, see them, really see them, not just as “dead animals.” Not as objects. They share the world with us. They once had beating hearts and memories, fears and follies. They had families. By creating beauty from their deaths, I hope to help us all see them. All of them. I share the photos and stories not to sensationalize, but rather, in a way, to do the opposite, to normalize."
"Rest In Peace, sweet grackle. It might seem like you are just one of countless, anonymous grackles in Austin. But we noticed you, and we honored you in your death."
"Where I live in Texas, armadillo jokes are as common as armadillos. There’s one about the chicken crossing the road “to show the armadillo how it’s possible.” There’s one about armadillos being “Texas speedbumps.” I get it. It’s ok to make light of dark things, to find humor in sadness. It’s kind of a beautiful, funny thing humans do.
But I’ve heard so many people say they’ve never seen a live armadillo in Texas, only dead ones on the road. That gives me pause. How many nonhuman beings do we see only when they’re dead? And then do we even see them at all?
Armadillos make me love living in Texas. Every time I see one, a live one, my heart skips a beat. They are like magic to me. The dinosaur tail. The squiggly ears. The exquisite armor--like tiny, noble knights. If only their armor could protect them from our cars.
My dear friend found this one on his bike ride to work (yes to biking to work!), and he texted me. Maybe that seems weird--a friend writing to tell me he found a dead armadillo. But he knew I’d want to go pull him from the road, give him a proper farewell, worthy of a knight.
Within minutes of circling him with beauty under a tree, a lone vulture came, ready to complete the cycle.
I’m sorry, little one. I wasn’t laughing."
how did she come across a armadillo? so cute and sad, rest in peace
"'Just another dead raccoon on the road.' No. They are all beings, with lives and life stories. She was still young, no visible wounds or injuries. She was killed at dusk. Maybe she was crossing the road at the first moment of cooling in this record-breaking heat. Her gray at dusk. I'm sure she was invisible to the driver. I'm sorry, little one."
"'I’m sorry' is what I say to each one. Not just for me, or for the drivers who hit them, but for all of us, our cruelties and harms, intentional or not, our indifferences and blind eyes to the other beings. I adorn them and take a photo each time, not just to honor them, the ones I find, with beauty, but to honor all of the beings we fail to see. My wish is that the color and light from the flowers, branches, weeds, and leaves surrounding them in death may help us to see them all. All of them," the woman told us.
"Matilda and I found another coachwhip on the road. It's heartbreaking to see a creature so strong and vital, looking somehow tossed aside, like trash on the pavement. I can't bear it. I like to think this is one way to show respect for all the living ones, even if it's too late and meaningless for this one.
I’m sorry. I hope in some way, on some level, some plane of existence, you feel honored now, too."
"Matilda and I found this little one on our walk. She seemed healthy, sweetly chubby even. No visible wounds. Maybe only in my heart."
"Here's the beautiful coachwhip Matilda and I found this evening. He had just been hit by a car, and he was still alive, but definitely suffering. I stood on the road and waved at about 10 cars to please go around. Everyone very kindly did. I put him in the shade, thinking maybe he could still recover or at least die in peace. When Matilda and I came back from our walk, I found him, no longer suffering. So, we brought him back to our house and paid our respects and circled him with the wildflowers that were growing where he died. Maybe the foxes will come tonight."
"Matilda and I found this little turtle on our walk. Of course, we carried her to a tree near the pond and created as much beauty in her death as we could find."
After seeing these beautiful memorials, we were curious to ask Amanda whether she believes in an afterlife or not. She told us this: "I am attentive to circles and cycles, and to the many life-giving and life-taking ecological and energetic natural processes that connect us as humans with nonhuman beings, as well as with the plants, trees, soils, rocks, waters, and air all around us. I am deeply aware that we are part of a system, though we may so often feel apart from it. We share cycles of birth and death, growth and decay, strength and senescence with other beings. I imagine the afterlife as a transformation or a transition to something else, to something physically, energetically, and ecologically different, perhaps on planes of existence and being we cannot fully understand. The mystery is both disquieting and comforting to me."
"Matilda and I found this little one on our walk this evening, somehow washed up on the bank of the river. I gathered the baby in my palm, tried to create some fleeting beauty from the death. I didn’t see a nest, but a female grackle watched me the whole time. Could be the mother. Could be one of the beings who will feed on the dead. Either way: circle of life."
"This little one. A tiny, perfect shrew. I don’t know why or how he died, but he was still warm when I found him on the trail. I encircled him with the beauty of his habitat, on the rocks by the rolling creek.
Many of the animals I find are not on roads, not killed by the steel machines we use to blast through the world. Rather, I find them on trails in the mountains, in urban patches of weeds and grass, in my backyard."
"Oh, little gecko. I’m so sorry.
I love these magical beings who live around my home, bringing life and movement to secret spaces and crevices. Clinging to my windows at midnight. Sometimes they come inside, too. I always try to find them as quickly as I can. I cup their fragile bodies in my hand, so exquisite and delicate, like I can see all of them, their beating hearts, through translucent skin. 'Hurry back out, little one!' My kitties. I have kitties inside.
I’m so sorry."
"Unless we work in the professions of medicine or dying, or unless we are artists, it seems so many of us are sheltered from death, resistant to even the idea of death. I understand why. But it’s odd, too. We are surrounded by death. If we are paying attention, we will see death everywhere, right next to life--decay giving way to growth, deceased bodies sustaining and nourishing vital ones," Amanda told Bored Panda. "Is it the dread of our own mortality or the fear of losing ones we love that makes us hypersensitive to human death, even as we are somehow impervious or blind to the deaths of others? If we found human remains in the woods or on the road (“roadkill”--would we even use that word for humans?) or brought in by a cat, we might be traumatized. Yet, the bodies and remains of nonhuman beings all around us. Do we not see them because we don’t perceive them as someone?"
"We found this bunny—impossibly tiny, away from her family, and unsheltered by any burrow. Lifeless. We honored her by the creek, in beauty and love. We placed a camera nearby to see who might come for her. Circle of life, and of death and nourishment. We thought maybe a fox or a hawk or a vulture, or maybe even one of the Great Horned Owl chicks still flying among us. But no. A magpie came, middle of the day, and carried her off. A moment of recognition, for the being she was, the brief life she lived, the new life she helped sustain, and the community of many hearts she knew as home."
"I found this squirrel killed by a car in front of my house last night. I brought her to a tree in my yard and circled her in beauty, in honor. I had a camera set up in my yard, always watching for mama armadillo. This morning, I discovered a fox found the squirrel and carried her away. Circle of life."
"I have been touched to learn how the animal memorials, the call to “see them all,” is affecting others. I have loved discovering how so many people do the same and have been honoring animals in under-the-tree memorials for a long time. It’s exciting and heartening to find connections with so many kindred spirits," the woman told us.
"We sadly found another soul this morning. His body was still warm, and I could feel the last quiet beats of his heart as I lifted him from the road. May he rest In peace, having known a last moment of tenderness before he died."
"Two squirrels, two hearts, killed by cars in my neighborhood. They were about 500 meters apart. I brought them back to my yard, so in death they could find some dignity and peace away from the road, and so maybe the fox could find their bodies later tonight."
"Oh, once again the little lion in my house found some real prey. Moremi was crouching in my closet, and when I looked under the dresser, I saw only one of his toy mousies. I thought he was trying to reach that. So, I pulled the dresser out, only to find he’d been eyeing the real thing. It was all over in seconds. I’m sorry, real little mousie."
"At least a few people have not been touched. They were rolling their eyes, incredulous that I would do that for a coyote, for example. “There are too many,” they said. “Don’t you know they kill elk and baby fawns?” “Do you realize they kill pets?” Maybe people see me as sentimental and naïve, not aware of the harsh realities of predators, or the hardships they can bring to people. I don’t mind the comments. I hear them so often. Caring for wild animals, and advocating on their behalf in policy realms and in communities, is my profession. It’s my life’s work. I do understand the challenges of coexisting with wildlife, and I have tremendous empathy for people who live in rural, wild spaces, close to large predators, elephants, and other species. I have seen firsthand how people suffer losses, dangers, and stresses many urban-dwelling animal lovers may have a hard time comprehending," Amanda told Bored Panda.
"I’m sorry.
This is the third snake I’ve found in one little stretch of road in so little time. It’s a stretch only meters long, but it connects two rich patches of forest and savannah in an otherwise developed neighborhood of humans. I know there’s no such thing as a migratory corridor for snakes. But maybe this is a spot where snakes linger on the road, maybe to bask. Or maybe they just slow on the cooling pavement at dusk, staying tragically too long before the next car comes. I could imagine a sign here. 'Snake crossing.' I would add: 'Go slowly. Drive carefully. Be sensitive, please.' But I fear any sign would only make things worse. Snakes are so misunderstood, so maligned. Would people go out of their way to hit them?
This was a Texas Rat Snake. Beautiful, big, and benign.
I carried him back to my place to circle and honor him with the rosemary in my yard. I left him in a place where I knew it would be safer for the vultures to come and work their circle-of-life magic.
See them all."
"It might seem like I venture out every day looking for dead animals. I don’t. I promise, I don’t! I do see something dead almost every day. Some being. Someone. I see someone dead every day.
It’s just as easy not to see. It’s normal to walk or drive by a dead animal and ignore it. It. Easy to ignore it.
Unless we work in professions of medicine or dying, or unless we are artists, it seems so many of us are sheltered from death, resistant to even the idea of death. I understand that. But it’s odd, too. We are surrounded by death. If we are paying attention, we will see death everywhere, right next to life--decay giving way to growth, the deceased sustaining and nourishing the vital. Is it the dread of our own mortality or the fear of losing ones we love that makes us hypersensitive to human death, even as we are somehow impervious or blind to the deaths of others? If we found human remains in the woods or on the road (roadkill—would we even use that word for humans?) or brought in by the cat, we would be traumatized. Yet, the bodies and remains of nonhuman beings are all around us. Do we not see them because we don’t perceive them … as someone?
Matilda and I found these feathers on one of our hikes this summer. A Northern Flicker. We saw the beauty in the broken wings, and we wanted to honor the life, and the death."
"I’m sorry. It’s what I say to each one. Not just for me, or for the driver who hit her, but for all of us, our cruelties and harms, intentional or not, our indifferences and blind eyes to the other beings. I adorn her and take a photo each time, not just to honor her, this one, with beauty, but to honor all the beings we fail to see. May the color and light from the flowers, branches, weeds, and leaves surrounding them in death help us to see them all. All of them.
A mighty, beautiful badger. I think she was pregnant."
Amanda finished our conversation by saying this: "The truth is, I am unabashedly sentimental about animals. I am also a scientist. It’s possible—it’s easy—to be both. I care about the lives of individual animals. I also care about healthy predator-prey populations. It’s possible—it’s easy—to care about both. I have empathy for nonhuman beings, and I have empathy for the humans who share space with them. It’s possible—it’s easy—to empathize with everyone, to love all of them and all of us, too."
"Matilda and I found this one on our hike this evening. Now honored as a little snake should be, if only in death."
"I have learned, in the lore of some people, that snakes represent life, death, and rebirth. That would be the totality of existence. A circle of infinity.
Speckled King Snakes are my favorite. They are like jewels, with delicate yellow dots on smooth black skin. They are harmless.
This one broke my heart. I found him on a road near my house and brought him to rest on a bed of moss.
He had no marks. No blood. Just stillness."
Reminds me off rye in the hunger games. All death needs to be respected, this is beautiful. <3
I loved this, i didn't think there was any one who thought of animals and their life as I do. People call me sappy! I am sorry I could not make comments on the individual Photos but I couldn't see the computer keys through my tears. Thank you Amanda you are a wonderful, caring and compassionate person!
I provided hospice for a mouse once. Everyone was all 'its just a mouse.' Sure. Alright. But if YOU were 'just a mouse', wouldn't you want someone to be kind to you in your last moments? It's not that much of an inconvenience to be kind. My little mouse just needed a 5 gallon bucket with a soft blanket, a cotton ball soaked in water in case s/he got thirsty and a blueberry and some cracker crumbs out of a sense of optimism. I don't know what was wrong with my mouse. It was a wild one who found its way into my house. But I do know s/he was safe and warm and had every comfort I could think to provide. All this took less than 5 mins to put together. We should never allow anyone to make us feel silly for being kind to another living being.
Load More Replies...Imagine laying down for a quick little nap and you wake up and you're covered in flowers and trapped in a circle of branches
1. I think this is a beautiful thing she does 2. I'm not going to take a hike with this woman
I feel my heart ache every time I see an animal that’s passed away. People need to be far more careful and respectful of wildlife. So what if it’s a wee mousie, or a snake? A life is a life...they’ll all be gone far too soon if we don’t take notice :(
Thank you for taking the time to recognize these lovely creatures. For as long as I can remember whenever I see a dead animal.... I say "I'm so sorry squirrel, I hope you didn't suffer". I don't know when or why I started doing it but I feel like it somehow recognizes their existence....which feels like the very least I could do to honor their death.
The way she honors them makes me feel happy. 💐 The way they die makes me.. feel. 😭
its good she does this to respect them , but shoudnt she burry them, like the animals are just lying htere, arent they gonna rot?
In my experience, dead animals do not 'last' very long out in the open. Other animals (namely skunk and possums) do a very good job of recycling them back into the environment. They help to continue the cycle of life.
Load More Replies...THANK YOU for your respect for all of HIS animal friends of the land, air and seas. Even now at my old age a deceased animal is given a nice send off and a grave with a marker. The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated" ~Gandhi (1869-1948) "I hold that the more helpless a creature, the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of man" ~M. Gandhi (1869-1948) "The measure of a society can be how well its people treat its animals." ~Mohandas Gandhi. Gandhi a true man of peace then and now and a saint in any religion!
Life and death upon one tether And running beautiful together. - Robert Peter Tristram Coffin
The Jessica Fletcher of the natural world. Every single day? Something very odd here.
I walk. I've never been on a walk without finding at least one dead creature. I move them to safety and say a few words. It's the least I could do. I say a prayer to the goddess every night for the safe passage of their souls.
Load More Replies...Poor animals. One of the saddest was the pregnant badger. At least she and her unborn babies now lie in a beautiful place and not rotting into the side of the road. She deserves to live, and the arrangement is the least somebody could do for her, but nobody does. Glad to see you did something for each and every animal.
This is just beautiful. I too did not know that any one else thinks of animals like me, and I almost cried.
From the way that you honor these creatures in this way. I can tell you are deeply respectful of life. Will you also honor and respect their Creator and get to know Him in a personal way? He already knows you. Seek Him while He May be found; draw near and He will draw near to you.
Thank you so much for doing this - this is the least honor and respect they deserve after what mostly others (knowingly or unknowingly) do to them.
I’m in Austin, TX. Can’t say I see this many dead animals, but I do see some. So sad.
Thank you so much for your love and time that you put into each of these memorials ♡
I wrote this poem in 2010 To the wild Sorry for the fender The tires and asphalt For the slaughter Of mindless numbers Felled or caught Sorry for the poison The unfair fight For all humans Who think it's their given right To kill ( sorry ) Or maim ( sorry ) Or steal ( sorry ) Your life
These animal tributes and photos are so beautiful and filled with so much love and respect. I was very touched not only by the artistry portrayed in the photos, but also by Amanda's poetic words and her compassion for these beautiful creatures. Thank you so much for including the Animal Memorial.
So nice to know there are still kind and loving people left in this world. I'm sure life was tough for these little creatures. Thanks for sending them off with dignity and comfort!
The honor that you display for these creatures is a sign of an advanced being. Even in death, you are kind to them all. Even snakes, and tiny mice and sweet bunnies. You are an amazing woman and so artful in your memorials. Thank you.
Over a 5-year period I found 10 dead birds in my garden. Some had flown into a window, others were babies fallen from a nest. I buried each one in my garden as i would for a pet. I felt sad every time i found one.
Finally, someone who would understand why I make the effort to avoid the caterpillars in the road. They get this weird urge, in the fall, to crawl out onto the highway. Maybe because the pavement is warm? Any way. I figure they probably want to remain alive as much as any of us would, so I do my best to respect that.
What a sweet and thoughtful thing you did for these animals. I was always like this when I was a kid, I would scream or cry if i saw something dead until my mum let me cover it or bury it.
I'm trying to get my mind around the idea of a cat carrying in a human hand, and laying it proudly on the kitchen floor...
I was so sad I couldn’t comment on a single one, all those pore squirrels, I have a bunch of grey squirrels that come to my backyard so I felt especially sad for them and the babies that died so early, that’s the circle of life tho.
This lady is a bunny boiler, they should probably have her under observation. Animals don't have souls, this is just disrespectful to the people who do.
Reminds me off rye in the hunger games. All death needs to be respected, this is beautiful. <3
I loved this, i didn't think there was any one who thought of animals and their life as I do. People call me sappy! I am sorry I could not make comments on the individual Photos but I couldn't see the computer keys through my tears. Thank you Amanda you are a wonderful, caring and compassionate person!
I provided hospice for a mouse once. Everyone was all 'its just a mouse.' Sure. Alright. But if YOU were 'just a mouse', wouldn't you want someone to be kind to you in your last moments? It's not that much of an inconvenience to be kind. My little mouse just needed a 5 gallon bucket with a soft blanket, a cotton ball soaked in water in case s/he got thirsty and a blueberry and some cracker crumbs out of a sense of optimism. I don't know what was wrong with my mouse. It was a wild one who found its way into my house. But I do know s/he was safe and warm and had every comfort I could think to provide. All this took less than 5 mins to put together. We should never allow anyone to make us feel silly for being kind to another living being.
Load More Replies...Imagine laying down for a quick little nap and you wake up and you're covered in flowers and trapped in a circle of branches
1. I think this is a beautiful thing she does 2. I'm not going to take a hike with this woman
I feel my heart ache every time I see an animal that’s passed away. People need to be far more careful and respectful of wildlife. So what if it’s a wee mousie, or a snake? A life is a life...they’ll all be gone far too soon if we don’t take notice :(
Thank you for taking the time to recognize these lovely creatures. For as long as I can remember whenever I see a dead animal.... I say "I'm so sorry squirrel, I hope you didn't suffer". I don't know when or why I started doing it but I feel like it somehow recognizes their existence....which feels like the very least I could do to honor their death.
The way she honors them makes me feel happy. 💐 The way they die makes me.. feel. 😭
its good she does this to respect them , but shoudnt she burry them, like the animals are just lying htere, arent they gonna rot?
In my experience, dead animals do not 'last' very long out in the open. Other animals (namely skunk and possums) do a very good job of recycling them back into the environment. They help to continue the cycle of life.
Load More Replies...THANK YOU for your respect for all of HIS animal friends of the land, air and seas. Even now at my old age a deceased animal is given a nice send off and a grave with a marker. The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated" ~Gandhi (1869-1948) "I hold that the more helpless a creature, the more entitled it is to protection by man from the cruelty of man" ~M. Gandhi (1869-1948) "The measure of a society can be how well its people treat its animals." ~Mohandas Gandhi. Gandhi a true man of peace then and now and a saint in any religion!
Life and death upon one tether And running beautiful together. - Robert Peter Tristram Coffin
The Jessica Fletcher of the natural world. Every single day? Something very odd here.
I walk. I've never been on a walk without finding at least one dead creature. I move them to safety and say a few words. It's the least I could do. I say a prayer to the goddess every night for the safe passage of their souls.
Load More Replies...Poor animals. One of the saddest was the pregnant badger. At least she and her unborn babies now lie in a beautiful place and not rotting into the side of the road. She deserves to live, and the arrangement is the least somebody could do for her, but nobody does. Glad to see you did something for each and every animal.
This is just beautiful. I too did not know that any one else thinks of animals like me, and I almost cried.
From the way that you honor these creatures in this way. I can tell you are deeply respectful of life. Will you also honor and respect their Creator and get to know Him in a personal way? He already knows you. Seek Him while He May be found; draw near and He will draw near to you.
Thank you so much for doing this - this is the least honor and respect they deserve after what mostly others (knowingly or unknowingly) do to them.
I’m in Austin, TX. Can’t say I see this many dead animals, but I do see some. So sad.
Thank you so much for your love and time that you put into each of these memorials ♡
I wrote this poem in 2010 To the wild Sorry for the fender The tires and asphalt For the slaughter Of mindless numbers Felled or caught Sorry for the poison The unfair fight For all humans Who think it's their given right To kill ( sorry ) Or maim ( sorry ) Or steal ( sorry ) Your life
These animal tributes and photos are so beautiful and filled with so much love and respect. I was very touched not only by the artistry portrayed in the photos, but also by Amanda's poetic words and her compassion for these beautiful creatures. Thank you so much for including the Animal Memorial.
So nice to know there are still kind and loving people left in this world. I'm sure life was tough for these little creatures. Thanks for sending them off with dignity and comfort!
The honor that you display for these creatures is a sign of an advanced being. Even in death, you are kind to them all. Even snakes, and tiny mice and sweet bunnies. You are an amazing woman and so artful in your memorials. Thank you.
Over a 5-year period I found 10 dead birds in my garden. Some had flown into a window, others were babies fallen from a nest. I buried each one in my garden as i would for a pet. I felt sad every time i found one.
Finally, someone who would understand why I make the effort to avoid the caterpillars in the road. They get this weird urge, in the fall, to crawl out onto the highway. Maybe because the pavement is warm? Any way. I figure they probably want to remain alive as much as any of us would, so I do my best to respect that.
What a sweet and thoughtful thing you did for these animals. I was always like this when I was a kid, I would scream or cry if i saw something dead until my mum let me cover it or bury it.
I'm trying to get my mind around the idea of a cat carrying in a human hand, and laying it proudly on the kitchen floor...
I was so sad I couldn’t comment on a single one, all those pore squirrels, I have a bunch of grey squirrels that come to my backyard so I felt especially sad for them and the babies that died so early, that’s the circle of life tho.
This lady is a bunny boiler, they should probably have her under observation. Animals don't have souls, this is just disrespectful to the people who do.