I don't want to give myself away, but let's just say that I'm of Asian descent.
We had a labrador for six years. She had seizures since she was a puppy. We had to give her daily medicine for them. The day finally came-our beloved girl passed away. I was 12. My mother and father insisted we cook her instead of burying her, and that it isn't evil to eat an animal you love-she would have wanted us to eat her instead of burying her to rot.
My mother prepared a wonderful dish, very similar in taste to mongolian beef. It was a very beautiful experience-very ritualistic. I think of that meal very fondly- it was our funeral to her.
God forbid this happens anytime soon, but when my Zeke(my beautiful Pomeranian prince) passes, we will do the same with him.
That's my confession-bash if you wish, but this is part of my culture and I'm not ashamed.