What a trooper Smoke was. He made it 7 days from his diagnosis of the cancerous heart tumor. It was his time today, and he's now crossed the bridge.
I think pets are, many times, completely different than friends or family... they become a constant. We come to expect them to be waiting for us
wherever we left them, and to be there and underfoot, and to cuddle and to remain a constant.
I have this springtime picture of Smoke sitting in one of his favourite spots in our front yard. Right in the middle of the Forget-Me-Nots. Well, Mr. Boy, after 11 wonderful years, we will forget you not!!
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