We got Jake's ashes back yesterday. He's in a little box-shaped tin, with a lid. It was sad.

My husband kind of lightened things up a little. He had tears in his eyes, too, but then he started calling him "Jake-in-a-box". You know - like Jack in a box? It was so funny. He's like "yeah - lets put dog-in-a-box on the mantle now."

Then Max was trying to get loose and run around the neighborhood, and Bob said "You better quit that, Max. You don't want to be dog-in-a-box too." LOL