I just buried my beloved cat, Smokey.
She has kept me company for 21 years.
Everywhere I look, I can still see her
Through the puddles of my blurred tears.

I knew it was coming
Like you know when it's going to rain.
But nothing could prepare me for
This kind of heartache and gut-wrenching pain.

I don't want to go to bed
Because I know I'm going to miss my sleep buddy.
So I'll keep working until I'm totally exhausted
Then hopefully will fall right asleep, if I'm lucky.

I keep thinking that I can hear her calling me.
I stop what I'm doing so that I can listen.
And, then, suddenly I remember....
It must be my imagination,
As she passed away at the first of December.

I told her that it was okay for her to let go and go on.
I promised her that I wouldn't be far behind.
I told her to be sure to meet me at the Rainbow Bridge
As I have pictured it so many times in my mind.

I told her that Jesus was waiting and would look after her care
Until this fate too happened to me and it was my time to be there.
I promised her that we would be together as we had before been
Because hopefully heaven is all the things we found wonderful in life,
once again.

Vicki Cheek