Our sweet Inari was cremated and delivered to us in a nice cedar box complete with a plaster print of one of her paws. I used to think it was kind of weird/creepy for people to talk to urns but I totally get it now. I’m still kind of self conscious about thinking of a box full of ashes as Inari, but Anna and I are on the same wavelength and she doesn’t consider it creepy at all. It does seem odd how much better I feel having part of her back with us. The apartment felt emptier before whereas now it feels closer to “normal.”