Smokey was my first cat, a gray and white tabby of about 12 weeks old, filthy after being on his own for at least a week. He was brought to the office of a former coworker who was known for rescuing and finding homes for cats. He was so scared that he bit a few people and scratched others, but my friend, who knew I was interested in providing a home for a cat, called to tell me to come see him. When I arrived at the office, someone had to move a filing cabinet and desk to pull him from his hiding place. He was growling and spitting, but as soon as he was placed in my arms he started purring and licked my nose! I was hooked! He was my best friend from that day forward. He went to the vet yesterday and received a clean bill of health, only to pass peacefully in the living room this afternoon while I was in the next room. |
My heart is breaking, but, once again, he took care of me by slipping away when I was home and without the trauma of illness. I cherish every memory and am thankful for the love he gave me for so many years.