Smokey I will miss you. You were my little mousekateer. I would say that to you because you looked like a little mouse in the face. I took you in when the little boy and his grandmother no longer wanted you. They said I could have you when l took you back to your home after seeing you roaming around and you came to visit me. I would see you follow the little boy to the bus and l was always afraid you’d get hit by a car. But l failed you my darling l let you out because you loved the outside so much. Every morning you’d get up and go out on the porch and look through the rails as if to say Good Morning World. Then yesterday after you went out and you tried coming back across the street someone hit you with their car. They never even stopped my Smokey. I ran to you and picked you up and you died in my arms. Smokey l love you and l’m so very sorry. You were my little angel. I will miss you so very much.
Marie
| Smokey |
| 7, May 2001 |
| Marie |