This beauty is a limited edition. When I found the frames only a few were available and I got them all. When they are gone no more will ever be available. The frame and bail are cast brass heavy plated with silver and some gold. The stone is a domed snow white mountain jade cabochon.
Your photo will have the background removed and turned into a transparent image and applied to the cabochon. Treated with a glaze that turns it into part of the stone.
The pendant is approximately 1 inch wide and 1 1/2 inches high (not including bail). The stone is 24x18mm. The chain is silver plated steel and comes in your choice of lengths 18" and 24".
You may have two or three words of text on the back but as you can see from the picture (run mouse cursor over image) due to the small space they may need to be turned sideways.
Also available are coordinating earrings. When ordering specify if you are sending a digital picture through email or a standard paper photo in the mail. 
Is this a gift? Why not add a pre-wrapped foil gift box with bow and velveteen lining. If you love this don't delay!
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A Dog for Jesus
(Where dogs go when they die)
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog,
Would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked it's delight,
For The One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
Knowing they're in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, "Wait, I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.
Rudyard Kipling |
