Jenna’s Blog: The Furry Funeral
Jenna’s Blog: The Furry Funeral

The time had come to intervene in my roommate Holly’s life and help her with the process of moving from 12-year-old girl to the woman that she needs to be. When we first moved in together, I knew that Holly possessed no furniture and preferred her college-style clear bins as dressers and bedside tables. THAT I can live with, if she can. What I cannot live with is the ample collection of furry friends. She had them on her bed Day 1 of move in and of course that wasn’t going to fly with me. I’m simply looking out for her best interests. I told her she could keep one out and one was still too many. The rest had to be relegated to the top shelf of the closet. Yesterday I decided that it was time for her to move on. I know you are thinking, “Why is this any of your business Jenna?” and you’re right, it’s not. However, Holly and I are always looking out for each other and any girl behavior that needs to go away. She tells me I need to be girlier and nicer and I tell her she needs to be more like the adult which she is in every other way. Blankies and furries are just no good and I don’t want her to be all excited about a date and have him walk into her childlike wonderland. Don’t think guys are into that kinda thing, unless they also possess various stuffed things.

So, Holly gets home from work and heads to yoga and I knew it was the perfect time to display all of her friends by candlelight so she could say goodbye when she got home. Catch em off-guard, that’s the way to do it. Anyways, my furry funeral didn’t go quite as planned. I waited and waited like a mom does for her kid to get home on a Friday night and she never came. Apparently she took some guy I used to date out for a birthday dinner, which is a whole other story:)

My funeral/seance was a failure and the animals were still displayed when I woke up this morning. Next time I get the opportunity, I’m lighting our fireplace for the first time and she gets to say goodbye to each one before they are gone forever. Or maybe I will take them and donate them. Yea, that’s the better and less dramatic option.