Chelsea La Rue in a can. That's what we got when we picked up Chelsea's ashes. I didn't pay for any fancy or any not so fancy box or urn for the girl. Her ashes will be scattered over Runyon Canyon where she and I enjoyed nearly every morning for five and a half years. So for the price of the cremation and no other frills she comes to me in a tin soup can that is covered by a small velvet bag embroidered with the sentiment "Until We Meet Again". Essentially she has become a maraca in a tin can.
I was speaking with a friend about the process of euthanasia as he had gone through this about two years ago with his much beloved Bull dog. He said he was too upset to talk about cremation or anything else so he left it to the hospital to do what ever they do. In my case I was too upset not to talk about it because my vet used the words, "Either the city takes them away or..." That just did not sound like an option at all. Hence the can. I look forward to blessing her ashes over the hills that she loved, though I do apologize for what may sound callous or morose, but in the paraphrased words of Paul Westerberg;
How Do You Say Its Okay To A Tin Soup Can
How Do You Say Goodnight To A Tin Soup Can
How Do You Say I Miss You To A Tin Soup Can
How Do You Say I'm Lonely To A Tin Soup Can
The Message Is Very Clean
I Hate Your Tin Soup Can