Top Collection Canopic Jar Statue in Cold Cast Bronze - Ancient Egyptian Mythology Artifact - Collectible Figurine Sculpture (Bastet)

Sadly while I was at work there was a fire in my apartment. Started at the stove and when the cabinet of canned goods was burning shelves collapsed resulting in a jar of pickles and a few other bottled items breaking which thankfully put out the fire. Tragically I lost three of my kitties to smoke inhalation. My dog and a couple other kitties barely survived. I was beyond devastated.I knew about this urn in advance because I had found the Anubis one for my buddy when his dog died and we were looking for urns. I knew this urn would be the perfect final resting place for my furbabies. Because they all passed away together I decided their ashes should rest in peace together. This is such a beautiful final resting place and perfect for my snuggle buddy Ike, my darling Bubba and funny little Lilly. It's the perfect size; not too large, it holds all three bags of ashes plus the cards with their footprints and there's still some room to spare.As far as the lid not being secure I'm okay with that because I don't have children that might jostle it knocking it over. My surviving kitties are older so there's no way they'll be able to knock it over and break it.If you're contemplating buying this urn do yourself a favor and add it to your cart. You'll be glad you did.

This Egyptian Bastet urn was a very carefully considered purchase and I was very pleased with how well it was produced and painted. I wanted an urn for the cremains of my four kitties that I have loved and lost. I was able to put all of their ashes in this single vessel. I will be sealing the top to the base to avoid any accidental bumps or damage. It looks beautiful on my shelf honoring my loves. I am very pleased and satisfied with this purchase, well worth the cost.

Right off the bat, I have to say I didn't buy this for a cat. It's actually for my dad's ashes. Yeah, let that weirdness sink in for a moment. But I have a good explanation, so bear with me. My dad died two weeks ago from idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. It took hold quickly, and he went from being an active, healthy 65-year old, to being forced to use a wheelchair to get around. Seven months after it started, he passed away, and all of us were left thinking, "Wait, what just happened?" He knew he was dying, but it took a while for everyone around him, including his doctors, to recognize it. Which, to be honest, left me feeling like a total scumbag daughter. Basically the whole time we were all, "You can do it Dad! Believe in yourself!" And he was like, "LOL, NOPE. I'm totally dying. Bring me some ice cream."He mentioned to a friend in the last month he was alive that he wasn't used to being treated with so much gravity. He always had a dark sense of humor, and he wanted to be able to make jokes about death without sending everybody into weepy hysterics. Everyone who saw him in those seven months was under some self-imposed censorship because this was a guy who was clearly not doing well, and that's what people do when they see someone who is sick. When his friend mentioned this to me, I basically let go of any sort of filter I had forced on myself during his illness and said whatever I thought would make my dad laugh. While he was in the ICU, there was a harpist that would set up by the nurses' station and play for the patients, and when that beautiful, unearthly harp music would drift into my dad's room, I would start shouting that he wasn't, in fact, being called to the heavenly gates. He loved it. He played right along and would get wide-eyed and ask in a quivering voice whether his time was up.So in the days after he passed, I was a total mess. My grandparents died 15 years ago, and I still go into full-on ugly cry mode when I think about them, so that gives you a little idea of how well I handle death. And to top it off, I also had to start the unexpectedly traumatizing process of finding an urn for my portion of Dad's ashes. I spent hours in total shell shock looking through stuff online, and just couldn't find anything that I thought would be a good tribute to him. I mean, this was the guy who took the baby Jesus from his dead parents' nativity set and jammed it into the driver's seat of a model fire engine and displayed it *proudly* in the house, like it was a treasured family heirloom. Your great-aunt Mildred's engraved brass cremation urn just wasn't going to cut it. Basically anything with the words "timeless" or "elegant" was immediately thrown out of consideration. So it's just page after page of these horrible, ugly urn abominations, and finally this cat urn pops up in the results. When I clicked on the link, I started laughing. HARD. To the point that tears were streaming down my face, and it had nothing to do with sadness. Just the thought of keeping my dad's ashes in something so ridiculous and clearly meant for a cat's ashes had me in stitches. It was completely inappropriate--so naturally I had to order it. When it arrived yesterday, I knew I had made the right decision because the urn is awesome. The quality is great, and it has an inverse Tinder-effect in that it's one of those rare things that actually looks better in real life than it does in the photos. And to top it off, it has the perfect amount of kitsch that would absolutely make my dad laugh. Really, best Amazon purchase ever. No regrets.

i bought this for my cat Isis. i figured a cat with an Egyptian name needed a proper urn. it is beautiful, heavy and well-made. if you have someone who is an Egyptian culture appreciater this is a good place of rest.i am glad i found it

I searched for so long to find the right urn for our beloved Francis. I searched Amazon and there it was! It's beautiful, and very fitting for my lil' girl. She was 17yrs young when she passed. No one told me that it would be this hard when she passed.She suffered with kidney disease, until they finally quit working, my husband and I were giving her at home IV's and , force feeding her because she was getting too thin, and administered pain meds on a regular basis. On the night she died she was laying with us in our bedroom on her bed. She started to go into convulsions and she was in a type of comma. I think the toxins were taking over, we wanted to take her to the vet's to get her euthanized so she could find peace. We called the vets office and one doctor was on call. She called back saying that Franny wouldn't make it through the night. So I layed next to her, told her how much she ment to me, how much I loved her and always would, I pet her lovingly and kissed her little forehead. She seems to settle down after that.My husband and myself went to bed and slept. At around 4:20 am I was immediately woken up by... something that is hard to discribe. I got a beautiful feeling from Franny, it was a message to me, telling me that she was free, that she loved me so much, and she thanked me for trying to save her. All of this came in as an instant feeling I can't discribe. I knew she passed, so I asked my husband to check her, and she was gone. She gave me the best gift I've ever recieved with her message to me, otherwise I would be so devistated by my loss of her.After this I felt at peace knowing she was fine, and was on another adventure somewhere. I swear to God, I did experience this, so I now know that there is something after this life and even our beautiful furry kids experience also.I apologize for this rather personal review, I just wanted to share it with other's who may be grieving right now.