Wednesday, February 4, 2009
As much as I knew it would happen, I did not expect it this morning. Smokey died this morning. I fixed his food (canned food and water blended together). He lapped up every bit of it and came in from the back porch. He walked around a bit and I sat back down to the computer. I heard an unusual "cough" sound and looked to see which animal it was. Smokey was lying on his side next my chair. He was not in his usual "I am resting" pose. I touched him and he moved slightly, one last heave of his chest and he was gone.
He had shown no signs of illness, had eaten a good breakfast and slipped away in what appeared to be a peaceful manner. I shall miss him greatly.
The vet will preserve his body until I can make arrangements to bury him. They are making a paw print for me. I will treasure that paw print and the many memories of my feline friend.
Rest in peace, Smokey. Rest in peace.