My daughter came home and wanted to see him. I told her , "No, he does not look like himself. You should remember him as he was."
She was insistent, so I tried to prepare her for what she was about to experience. I had placed him out in the garage, wrapped in a towel. She instantly broke into a massive cry when she saw him.
She rubbed her hands into his fur and tried to remove his collar but could not stand to touch him, all cold and stiff. After a bunch of hugging, I finally got her headed back into the house and she stopped me and asked if she could go back and close his eyes.
I told her that doing so was the first thing I tried when he died, but they would not stay closed. I suggested that it was a sign of his courage; even his own death he faced with both eyes wide open. She only sobbed more. I told her I would save his collar for her.
Last night, in her healing process, she compiled a little edit of some video she had captured of him over the past few months. I did not even know she had this footage of videos. Anyway, it is wonderful and very nice to see for all of us. I suppose it was her way of remembering him as he was.
This whole thing is very off topic, now.
Sorry. At first I was kind of talking about how expensive vet bills can be. Then I got way off topic.