In the process of purging in preparation for the FT life, I have encountered a most perplexing dilemma. 

I am a serious pet person in general--dog person in particular--and while I have only one dog now, I have four others ... in urns, along with one beloved ****atiel.

So, do I make room in the rig for my deceased friends to travel with me or is it time to release their ashes and move on?

Purely a personal decision.

Urns are quite small and there is definitely room in any rig for them. I had a similar problem and transferred my mothers and grandparents ashes to art glass vessels which comfortably travel with us.

First suggestion that came to my mind would be to take some of the ashes from each of the four urns and combine them into one small urn that way you would have all four of them together to go with you. Scatter the rest of the ashes to the wind.

Second suggestion would be to take all four and as you travel, if you find a great spot, scatter some ashes from each of the four urns and take a picture of the spot. Build a memory book of all of the wonderful spots you shared with your deceased friends. Eventually you will run of ashes but have great memories to look back on.

We carry the ashes of my beloved Kitty Cat in our coach. I keep saying that I will find just the right spot to sprinkle his ashes but over the last 9 years we have not found such a spot. Maybe if we get back to VA where he spent most of his life we might be able to "leave" him in the woods behind our old house. I'm still not sure about that but it is a consideration.  We had to let our beautiful "Piggy" (Princess) visit the other side while in Albuquerque, NM and one of the options was a cremation where the service provider would sprinkle the ashes over the Sandia Mountains.  That just seemed like the right place at the right time for her and for us.
We carried the ashes of Janet's Mom for awhile until we could get to a beach we knew she would enjoy. She rests in the sands behind our favorite beach bar in Cocoa Beach. My mother and her husband (my step-Dick, ah, Dad), Janet and myself stopped by the bar and talked about Carol while we enjoyed the drinks and enjoyed the sea-breeze and scenery. It was Carol's wish to be sprinkled on the beach. I asked (what the heck to I know) "Why don't we sprinkle the ashes in the Ocean and she could visit every beach on the Planet!" Janet responded immediately and without thought as she knew her Mothers wishes very well..."No, that won't work, Mom hated the water!"

Excellent responses--thank you all!

I don't think this is a strange question at all. My wife and I were cat people. Last Sunday (July 24) was two years since she passed away.

I lost two of our oldest cats since last December. I had them cremated and took their ashes to Jacksonville, FL last weekend to scatter them on our grave site. My wife Robyn loved these cats. She's buried in Jacksonville because she always regarded Florida as home. I live in Columbus, GA and several years ago she asked me to promise to bury her in Florida if she passed before I did, so that's what I did.

I know that these guys have already passed over the Rainbow Bridge to be with their mama Robyn - I told them not to wait there for me. I'm sure your lost family members (because that's what they are) are waiting for you as well.

It was a meaningful experience for me. This is the only piece of ground that I will own until the end of time. Only you can decide what is right for you.  They may be gone from this world for now, but they are definitely not forgotten.

God bless,

Tim



I keep a plot of land, with a rose garden on it. I keep the land, because under those roses are several dogs, cats, birds, and fish that I have had over the years (nearly 40 years). Never done the urn-thing, but I can see how this would be an issue. Well, I keep the land even thugh it's too small for a house on it, so if it was urns, I'd probably keep the urns with me.

We do not have dogs and cats, but we have birds.  The crematorium put them in black jewelry type bags and we have them in a wooden box that travels with us.  My sister died at 56 from cancer and early onset alzheimers.  She always wanted to travel, so she also travels with us.  

We have four in urns also. Someday, when the right spot, depending on their personalities in this life, are found, they will be spread.

One of our retired racing Greyhounds is spread out on a horse ranch, with permission, where she can run free, forever.

By the way, my wife plans to put my ashes under the bed, when the time comes and keep traveling.