When our dog died, the vet couldn't care less, and tried to sell us on the foot imprint and the fancy box. It was all money to them while we cried for an entire week. We opted to have the ashes in a temporary box so we could spread his ashes at his favorite park, but then when we got his ashes home, we couldn't bear to have the last of him so far away from us, so here they sit, on the shelf, and we think about him every day. We lasted one week before we got a new puppy.
