She's home

We brought her ashes back home today; I held the box on my lap and cried as we drove away from the vet's office.  But she's home now, with her family.  This past week I kept staring at the empty place where her crate had been, and wanted to make it less empty.  I took the furniture off the area rug and moved the rug so some of the empty space would be filled in.  But it still looked cold and empty.  So I searched different web sites and found a nice accent table from Pottery Barn to fill a corner of the area.  It looks nice--I added an artificial flower arrangement; my son thought it was a memorial to Raven.  I guess it is.  The place that cremated her took a print of her paw, so I placed that on the table in front of the flowers.  But her urn is on the mantle, along with the urn of my first cat, Casey, who died 4 years before we got Raven.  Raven's urn is black with white steaks, just like she was when she got older.  She's home.