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Pet Passings by Kays-Ponger & Uselton
Smokey, my good girl... how I miss her so. Smokey was 19 years old and I was so fortunate to have been her 'mom' for 17 of those years. She deserved to have a feminine regal name, but the animal shelter, where we got her, said her name was Smokey... so we never changed it.
She was so small and petite, dark grey with just a touch of white under her chin. She was gentle and loving and it seemed her purpose in life was to always be in my lap to cuddle and just have some part of her body touching mine. If I was late coming home, I would always find her in the living room window waiting patiently until she saw my car.
One night I heard this loud growling, hissing and banging coming from the office. When I went to investigate, there was Smokey, all 7 pounds of her, defending our house from a large tomcat outside.
She never looked her age and up until a week before I lost her she was still jumping with ease on any piece of furniture she wanted to. Her sister Cuddles misses her too. I know there will be other pets in my home in the future, but none can ever fill the hole in my heart that Smokey's passing created.
Rest in peace 'my good girl". Have fun playing with ev...[more]