The dog's favorite toy is an urn.

My wife recently married me after a long time of dating — about three years. She had a dog from the relationship before it. We all got along pretty well, so dog, wife, and me all settled in the new house together. It was the happiest my dog had ever been.<br><br>My wife recently lost her mother, and she had a funeral. The funeral went well, and my wife was surprisingly more composed than I would have been. I offered her the most supreme comforting hug I have ever given, and she hugged me back. The dog, who was sleeping in the other room, was undisturbed.<br><br>After that, we had an urn made for my wife's mother. It was the most beautiful urn I have ever seen. My wife liked it so much that we ended up getting two, and — for the hell of it — we filled the other half of her mother's remains in the other one. It was my idea, and my wife was overjoyed at the thought of having her mother in two places: in the fancy urn in the bedroom, and in the other urn in the dining room.<br><br>The other urn is the dog's now. It is his favorite toy — the only thing he plays with. They knew each other for a little less than three years, but it seems like they had a bond. The dog is so happy whenever he bites it. It is his happiest moment.<br><br>I am happy for my wife and her mother.