The engraved paw prints feel just like hers... Thank you for honoring my Luna so beautifully. Even the candle soot can’t dull the polish

It opens softer than her purr... At last, a memorial that doesn’t feel like a vessel, but a whisper of her presence.

The 7-inch size fits perfectly on her favorite spot on the bookshelf. Now she accompanies my grandchildren as they learn to read."

The enamel coating doesn’t smell like cheap paint. When I first touched it, I thought her fur had grown warm again.

At 1.2kg, it rests in your hands just as she once did—far more tender than cold stone or glass ever could be.

For 8 months, the urn has rested on the mantel. Its polish withstands even the heat of Advent candles. Yesterday, my son noticed the paw prints match a baby’s fingertips—now Grandma’s beloved lives on in our family story.

When unboxed, it smelled like fresh car paint – jarring at first, but the scent faded within two weeks. Now the surface carries the musky warmth of his wet fur after walks. The weight is precise down to the gram.

Too spacious for my bunny’s tiny frame? A cotton nest, stitched by me, fixed that. That twist-lid click – identical to his meal bowl’s sound – turns each visit into our old ritual.