The urn is inside a small white, paper bag, with looped handles that we've placed on the kitchen table. It might be gift bag, were it not for the name of the Pet cemetery in tastefully font-ed black print.
I've taken a look inside. Vinci, at dr Sullivan's had offered to clip a bit of Ripley's hair as a memento. I recognize the cream and apricot strands from the long flow of her ears. That's as far as I gotten.
I did move the bag, otherwise, unexamined to the mantle, which seems more fitting. As it's fitting she came home yesterday. It was during this week 9 years ago , that Ripley first came home with us. Somehow, and I think for right mow, (I will allow myself to opine freely), I really did prefer Ripley's 2005 homecoming.