Smokey Bandit came into my life when I was in 3rd grade. What a tiny, cute little kitty! He grew up fast though, and before I knew it, I was off to college and not living with him for the 1st time. I was afraid he wouldn’t make it through that, since he was already 10 years old. But he did,
and I was glad to be back.
When I moved out of my parents house after graduation, I was afraid to move him. He was 13; I thought too old to move. As time went on though, I missed him, and wanted his last moments to be with me, his “girl”, his human sister. So when he was 17, he moved in with us. His health improved with the extra love and attention he received, but of course, that couldn’t last forever. His little body just began giving out, and we finally made the decision to put him to sleep. I felt like I had betrayed him, but I know he would understand. In my head, of course, I knew he would eventually go, but in my heart, I think I thought he would live forever.
Bye Smokey.
I’ll keep you close, and
I hope you’re waiting at the bridge.
Love you, buddy.
Lots of love and chin rubs,
| Smokey Bandit |
| 7, Aug 2006 |
| Sara |