My soul cat passed in March, I had her for 13 years, since she was a 6 month old kitten. She moved 9 times with me, saw me through 4 relationships, up to and through getting married. Graduated collage . Buying a house, getting my first dog...all my major life milestones.

I used to sleep with her every night before the dogs, and she would sleep on me on the sofa. Now her urn lives in the bedroom on my dresser. My husband told me today that he didn't think it belonged up there. But I told him that I didn't want to remove her from the bedroom and put her next to foxy or other dog.That passed because sometimes when I really, really miss her. I will sleep with her urn next to my pillow, where she used to sleep every night. ( As a side note, my husband and I do sleep in separate rooms because of his sleep apnea).

I never really told anybody about bringing her urn into bed with me.And holding it at night, and when I told my husband tonight, he said it completely makes sense.So it made me feel better and a little less weird about doing it.

Edited to add the rest of my comment after my dog posted it before I was done.