smoke came to me when he was 2 years old back in 1992. i named him
smoke because that's what he looked like to me. i'm a firefighter
and he was grey like smoke. he was a very large cat, a french
chartreux. very very independent. he was an excellent hunter, owned
the house. came and went as he pleased. until, my neighbor shot
him and he became a house kitty. didn't like it much at first.
but with age, he settled into looking at birds and wishing and
putting up with his sort of goofy "brother" prophesy, my other cat.
prophesy was very loving and a people kitty. smoke, disdained people
i was just there for his enjoyment. prophesy passed in 2002 and
somehow age or caring, smoke became more of a people kitty. he came
and laid beside me on the couch. allowed me to pet him more.
he would lay at the foot of the bed curled up. but he was still the
king of the house. he let you know what he wanted you to do for him
such a puss!!!! last year, he started to decline in health. i knew
someday, my 17 yr old would have to leave me. i could not bear to
think of it. he steadily declined even though i took him for treatment. his condition continually worsened and i prayed and prayed and prayed. finally on june 14 he left me. i could not
bear it. it's been a couple days, and i cannot bear to be in that
house. i see smoke everywhere. i hope i can soon remember him more
in gratitude and less in grief. i hope the pain subsides a bit.
i just break down and cry in the weirdest places and at the oddest
times. i miss you smoke!!!!!i always will.