It's been a year and a half since Smokey crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. I was so glad to know where to look for the poem when we came home from the vet's office. As I held him in my arms rocking him in the blanket we'd wrapped him in. I sat and pulled up the poem. Just before they gave him his injection to ease his suffering, I looked at him and said I'd meet him at the Rainbow Bridge. I'm misting up even now. Give your babies plenty of love and assure them they will see their brother at the Bridge as well when the time comes.
I finally found the perfect marker for Smokey's grave in the back yard. I'd been looking for either a garden marker of a cat in repose or something with a black cat and at Halloween this year I found a decoration of a cat on a pedestal that looks like the concrete markers.