Bob's urn was delivered by UPS today and it is even more beautiful than I was expecting! I highly recommend ashestoart.com. It is a home business out of Colorado, run by the potter, Mariah Moran. She hand throws Raku style pots and fires everything herself.
We wanted something unique for Bob, and I just wasn't 'feeling' any of the urns we saw online, until I came across this site. I sent Ms. Moran an email with a few questions and she called me back the next day. She was very kind and understanding, and you can tell she is a big animal lover. It seems she has found her calling: helping others honor the memory of their pets with art. Here are some photos:
It looks great on the shelf with our other urns. Now, I need to get a hard copy of my favorite picture of Bob to hang behind the pot (and I need to figure out how to fit Waylon's favorite bone back on the shelf next to his urn). It is also very pleasing to hold the pot in your hands because of the size and shape. The pot is not as shiny as it looks in the first photo, it is more subtle in person.
She makes the pots in different sizes and two different colors. We chose the black and white for Bob because she was a Tuxie and the style seems to suit her somehow. There is a more colorful, rainbow hued pot available, as well. It is beautiful and we are thinking about ordering one of those for my lab, Maggie. She is in the cedar box and we cannot decide if we want to move her. The cedar seems appropriate for Maggie because she loved hiking in the woods and being outside.
I can't think of any little mementos to place next to Bob. She didn't like toys and my cats do not wear collars. Her favorite thing was Chik-Fil-A chicken and little bits of pork chop, so maybe I will figure out a way to represent that. Bob was just happy to give love and to be loved and cherished in return. She was a very sweet little girl. I miss her dearly.
Princess Kitty Bob was very special to me and my husband and we are still a little dazed by how quickly and unexpectedly she had to leave us. I have been holding the pot and running my hands over it a lot since we transferred her cremains into it. For some reason, it helps me feel better to have something tangible in my hands while I think of her. It makes me sad that the clear, mental image of her in my head is already starting to get blurry. I know it is inevitable, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
We wanted something unique for Bob, and I just wasn't 'feeling' any of the urns we saw online, until I came across this site. I sent Ms. Moran an email with a few questions and she called me back the next day. She was very kind and understanding, and you can tell she is a big animal lover. It seems she has found her calling: helping others honor the memory of their pets with art. Here are some photos:
It looks great on the shelf with our other urns. Now, I need to get a hard copy of my favorite picture of Bob to hang behind the pot (and I need to figure out how to fit Waylon's favorite bone back on the shelf next to his urn). It is also very pleasing to hold the pot in your hands because of the size and shape. The pot is not as shiny as it looks in the first photo, it is more subtle in person.
She makes the pots in different sizes and two different colors. We chose the black and white for Bob because she was a Tuxie and the style seems to suit her somehow. There is a more colorful, rainbow hued pot available, as well. It is beautiful and we are thinking about ordering one of those for my lab, Maggie. She is in the cedar box and we cannot decide if we want to move her. The cedar seems appropriate for Maggie because she loved hiking in the woods and being outside.
I can't think of any little mementos to place next to Bob. She didn't like toys and my cats do not wear collars. Her favorite thing was Chik-Fil-A chicken and little bits of pork chop, so maybe I will figure out a way to represent that. Bob was just happy to give love and to be loved and cherished in return. She was a very sweet little girl. I miss her dearly.
Princess Kitty Bob was very special to me and my husband and we are still a little dazed by how quickly and unexpectedly she had to leave us. I have been holding the pot and running my hands over it a lot since we transferred her cremains into it. For some reason, it helps me feel better to have something tangible in my hands while I think of her. It makes me sad that the clear, mental image of her in my head is already starting to get blurry. I know it is inevitable, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
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