For several months now, we’ve had a deceased parakeet stashed in our freezer. She’s nestled snugly in a dryer sheet next to a tub of vanilla ice cream and a bag of frozen corn. Every time I shift the stiff little bird to grab ice, I can’t help but think about how to bid her farewell properly.
One fateful afternoon, my son discovered Bella lying lifeless at the bottom of her cage. The bird had a vacant gaze that, I’m sure, will linger in my children’s minds for years to come. While we can’t be certain, our family parakeet may have met her end due to an unexpected encounter with our family cat. Only the dog witnessed the tragic event, and she isn’t sharing any details.
Since that somber day, we’ve relocated to a new home, and naturally, Bella made the journey with us. Now that we’re settling in, I believe it’s time to find a fitting way to say goodbye. Eventually, it feels rather absurd to explain to guests why we maintain a frostbitten pet.
Finding a respectful way to commemorate our beloved bird is a challenge, especially for someone with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I reminded myself of the stages of grief before pursuing any ideas. I also learned how kids process the loss of a pet. I could hear the hurt in my children’s voices as they recounted tales of Bella, and I worked hard to maintain a composed expression while realizing they were learning to cope with loss—a skill they would need as life goes on.
Next, I decided to orchestrate an epic “Celebration of Life” for Bella. My kids needed closure, but, honestly, I just wanted my freezer space back. Initially, I thought about hosting a Shiva, but with our belongings packed away, that wouldn’t work. I even consulted a local firefighter for tips on a Viking funeral, only to find out that was illegal. I considered a more formal ceremony and asked a friend to lead the vigil and deliver a heartfelt eulogy, but he suggested a Monty Python quote in a British accent might be better. Finally, I landed on the idea of flames and fireworks, but our HOA promptly shut that down.
The moment finally came to lay Bella to rest. I insisted on having our family and friends present, which was easy during our Super Bowl gathering. I just needed the right opportunity to gather everyone outside for a moment of remembrance.
However, digging a deep hole in winter using only a trowel took longer than expected, especially when I hit the weed barrier the previous owners had installed. Time was of the essence, but an attentive friend kept the spirits high with a toast, another began humming “Taps,” and someone quickly shared sentimental words. Miraculously, we returned inside just in time to refill our plates and catch the halftime show.
My kids will surely remember the day we had a funeral while feasting on chili, wings, and snacks, with the adults enjoying beer and shouting at the TV. I felt a wave of relief seeing my daughter wipe away a few tears before diving back into the game, cheering enthusiastically.
Recently, I caved at the pet store when my kids begged for a new parakeet. “Charlie McFeathers can never take Bella’s place,” I told them when we brought our new feathered friend home. But I think I was really trying to convince myself. The first real encounter with death my children experienced had come to a close, and they navigated it with a compassion and grace that brought tears to my eyes.
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Summary
In this heartfelt piece, Linda Thompson recounts the amusing yet poignant experience of dealing with her family’s deceased parakeet, Bella, stored in the freezer. Reflecting on the stages of grief and the lessons of compassion for her children, she shares the humorous attempts to create a fitting tribute while navigating the challenges of family life—and the absurdity of a pet funeral during a Super Bowl party.
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