A few weeks ago I received the following in email:
Smokie was an amazing creature and one of the sweetest and funniest cats to spend time at Tabby’s Place.
Smokie came form a local shelter where he had been for too long without being considered for adoption. He had beautiful, silky gray fur, a huge round face and a “funky” left eye. In addition, his rear end was somewhat atrophied, but his shoulders and chest were massive. He reminded us of the Tasmanian Devil” cartoon character.
The problem with his eye turned out to be an old scar. Further diagnostics showed that he had severe patella luxation in his rear legs. But he had compensated so well for this over the years that it didn’t make sense to consider surgery.
Smokie lived in Suite C. He loved the other cats. He loved people. And he really loved wet food. He would get very excited as 4:00 approached, positioning himself at the door, knowing wet food would be a appearing soon.
In fact, he would get so excited, that he would run into the hall as soon as the door opened. It was quiet a sight to see him running (you had to see him run to understand) down the hall, only to realize 1/2 way down that the food was in the room.
The best part was that he repeated this every single day, as if it was the first time.
Smokie as adopted by a wonderful family. He lived happily with their two other cats and became a great companion to their new child. I love the photo of him sharing the carriage with the baby.
Rest in pace, dear Smokie. I’ll see you again.