Michelle, that's a beautiful urn! I really don't know what type of urn I'd like for my Willy. His death took me by total surprise..he was a bit punkish for a day or so, and I had an appointment for him to see the vets. I woke to find him dead under my bed at 3 AM. It was so unlike him not to do his "kangaroo leap" onto the bed like Kirby. I woke up to see where he was, and he was gone. He had had a very tough life on the street..here's a link to his story.. http://www.chkittyclub.com/pages/cat.../jan/willy.htm
I know he was so much older than Lilith ( his age was unknown, and he was an almost toothless old boy), but my heart is still so torn open at losing him after such a short time here. A few years is never enough Out of thousands of rescues, Willy was so special he's the only cat I got cremated out of my keepers. I miss our routine of him licking my hand, and I'd rub it across his cheeks so he could 'feel' what it felt like to wash his own sweet face. He never could do that himself. He was my first radial aplasia cat and so grateful I saved him from certain death.