About Beth Beverly
I am a State and Federally licensed taxidermist who graduated from the Pocono Institute of Taxidermy in 2010 with high marks. I have a deep respect for this craft and those who strive to preserve it.
It is my pleasure to work on any trophy mount, be it a shoulder, life-size, rug, or fish.
I accept custom orders for fantasy mounts, wearables, and bridal hair pieces.
Sculptural mounts and hats are available for rental provided they are in stock at time of inquiry.
Contact me describing your wish and I will be delighted to make it so.
Diamond Tooth Taxidermy Blog:
Thu, May 16 2013 06:14 | dog, elke, emotional, first time, pet preservation, taxidermy, throwback, vintage, winner
My orders for pet preservation always seem to come in flurries, and I'm in the midst of one right now. Since I've reached double digits in terms of the number of dogs & cats (and a couple exotic pets!) that I've worked with, I thought I would reflect back on my very first one, Elke, who not only was a delight to work with but won me several accolades over the years,
Just so you know, it never gets easier, emotionally.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Man's best friend
It turns out there was no room in the freezer for Pooch so I skinned her upon getting home. The enormity of what I was about to do didn't hit me until I pulled her out of the bag.
Her collar was still on.
I started weeping and just stared at her, wondering if I could do it. I get teary and cry a bit with almost every animal I skin, but this was different. It was if I could feel all the love which had been poured into this creature for the last 14 years, and the profound role this four-legged little girl had had with her humans became clear. I fondled the paw pads a bit, imagining them padding around the wooden floor just a few days before. I was a little bit afraid she wasn't completely dead (I always am, it's my worst fear that I'll make an initial cut and suddenly my specimen will come back to life, panicked and crazed) but the bloat in her stomach made it quite clear. I burned some incense, said my little prayer and got to skinning.
It was an intense, emotionally wrought experience. One interesting part was when I came across what I'm guessing is a tracking device that was implanted between the shoulder blades. Aside from that, nothing too different from skinning a coon or a fox. After I had the carcass completely separated, I marveled at how we're all just skins. No one would ever recognise this naked corpse as a beloved pet.
For reference, this is a picture of the breed which I worked with. Out of respect for the dog and her owners I chose not to take any pictures of the corpse. I got my measurements and that's all I needed. I hope to do her justice.