The Rainbow Bridge

Sweet Ruby. About a year and a half ago, I “stole” Ruby the Cat from my ex-husband. Well, kind of. Ruby had been passed around a few times, and prior to my ex taking her, she was in a home with other cats that did not like her. The first time I met Ruby at his house, she had a few big cuts and scratches on her head that she was healing from, poor girl. 
 
Every time I went to get my kids at their dad’s house, Ruby would come up and rub up against my leg and purr. When I say purr, I mean PURR! I have never really considered myself a pet person, but Ruby was the best. When my ex had an upcoming trip, the boys and I decided to see if he would agree to us taking care of Ruby at my house instead of going to his while he was gone.
 
Forty-five minutes later, he showed up with Ruby and two bags of cat stuff. Ruby had a new home, and I became a cat mom. Our “evil” plan had worked!  This past weekend, we had to put Ruby down, and it was hard. Losing a pet is always hard. The vet was wonderful and, in the end, talked about the rainbow bridge, something I had never heard of before. I will admit that my intellectual/logical mind kind of thought, sure, the rainbow bridge. 
 
About an hour later, I was outside trying to read a book, but really thinking about Ruby and how much I would miss her. The rainbow bridge came to mind, and I thought, “Ruby, I bet you are on a rainbow bridge right now.” I looked up and holy crap, there was a small rainbow in the sky--in the shape of a bridge. I had never seen anything like this rainbow. My faithful mind kicked in, and I looked up and said, “Hi Ruby, I love you. Till we meet again.”