I spent a lot of time searching for the perfect urn for Waverly. I wanted something handmade that would reflect her beauty. After many hours of internet searches, I came upon a potter in New England who makes some beautiful pieces. She had a few designs on her website and I wrote her inquiring about my favorites. Sadly she didn't have any currently available and given their intricacy, they take awhile to make. The next morning I received an email from her. She went into her studio and remembered this one unique urn she made in a new design. She was willing to send me a picture and sell it to me if I liked it. In as much as one can love an urn, I fell in love with it. It is white and pure, with delicate flowers. My friend, Kamarah, took a photo of it for me before Waverly passed away so I had something to share. (The idea of sharing a picture knowing she was inside seemed undignified.)
Waverly is now home. Matt and I were able to pick her up this afternoon from the funeral home. I bought yellow tulips for her and they are in her room next to her urn. I want to keep her in there for now. I can say good morning and good night to her. When I venture into her room, I can talk with her quite easily. I find so much comfort knowing she is back where she belongs.