What
happens when Fluffy dies?
 David Bielski at Petland Cemetery. Photo by Kevin Hong.
David Bielski knows where the bodies are buried. "Samantha."
"Bubbles." "Fluffy." In fact, the owner-president of Petland
Cemetery, Inc. lives on the grounds of the adjoining Fern Hill
Cemetery, which has been in the family for three generations. The
two cemeteries are situated above the Wishkah River on the north
side of Aberdeen.
Bielski’s grandfather, Paul, started working at Fern Hill about
1924 after immigrating from Germany, and eventually acquired
ownership. When he died in 1947, his son, Hans, purchased Fern
Hill. Seeing a need, he and a monument builder founded Petland in
1973. In the beginning most of Petland's services were burials—more
than 200 in all. But after adding a crematorium, Petland has
performed more than 55,000 cremations.
"I dug a lot of those graves and set a lot of those headstones,"
Bielski says of Petland and Fern Hill, which consist of
one-and-a-half and 125 developed acres, respectively. The work
helped pay his way through Washington State University (’70
Comm./Radio-TV). Today he keeps three drivers on the road most of
the time covering western Washington and Oregon from Port Angeles
to Portland and east to Enumclaw.
Think of companion pets—cats, dogs, snakes, turtles, ferrets,
mice, birds. Nine chances out of 10, Bielski has done a
cremation or a burial. Three years ago he added horses and calls on
equine clinics in western Washington and Oregon. In the spring he
travels to Pullman to visit WSU veterinary students, provides
pizza, and counsels them on how he deals with clients who may be
grieving about a beloved pet that has died or is dying.
"Every one of these kids has compassion," he says, "but there's
little time in their busy curriculum for them to learn how to
advise Mrs. Jones about the aftercare of her cat." What happens
when "Fluffy" dies? What are the owners' options? How do
veterinarians deal with an owner's emotions?
"They [the students] need to be exposed to that," Bielski says.
"Eighty percent of clients will return to or judge a veterinarian
on how well that particular doctor handles the aftercare of their
pet."
There's a lighter side to Bielski's work, too.
Eight or nine years ago, he received a phone call on a warm June
evening.
"Do you take cats?" the lady asked.
"Yes."
"Large cats?"
Right then, he says, he knew the conversation was going
somewhere.
"How big?"
"I have a 600 pound tiger?"
The call turned out to be "legit." A Siberian tiger with one of
the touring Shrine Circuses had died in Los Angeles. Enroute to a
performance in Seattle, the owners spent four days trying to locate
a veterinarian to examine the tiger, assure it hadn't been abused,
and provide a death certificate.
Bielski hung up the phone, called a driver, and the two of them
made a hasty trip to Seattle.
In February, he received a call from Seattle's Woodland Park
Zoo, another one of his clients. The deceased was a 14-foot,
1,400-pound giraffe.
Bielski took the opportunity to inquire about other residents of
the zoo that might someday need his services.
"We've got a really old hippo cow. She's got to be about 6,000
pounds," the attendant said. "She's doing fine . . . probably has
another four to five years."
Bielski breathed a sigh of relief.
Aside from such calls, he says, "A lot of the work is the same
every day, but different, too. I never really know from day to day
what may be coming, and I really enjoy it."
He’s excited about a new service Petland has introduced. He asks
owners for a favorite photograph of their pets, which he has laser
engraved on the urn, along with a verse. "It's a keepsake for
clients who want to remember their companion pets in a special
way."
--Pat Caraher
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