I brought Laurels ashes home today. It was a bitter sweet experience. It was very hard to go to the Vets, and have them hand me a small white box. I went in with a dog, and left with a box. I drove her home in my 'Vette, and I drove slowly, in silence, as a tribute to my old friend on her last ride. I opened the box in the house, and was pleasantly surprised at the beautiful "urn" they had put her ashes in. It's a beautiful pottery piece, highly glazed, with muted colors of blues and browns. Very pretty. They were also kind enough to include a nice card with her paw print on the front, a beautiful verse inside, and a tiny bag of her fur. I put everything on our buffet, along with her photo, and her favorite ball..........amongst our family photos. She was indeed family. The circle is complete. My girl is home.