Smokey was gave to my husband
from a friend at work.
I remember just looking at him thinking
I should not of got him because
we was still living with my dad and
he doesn’t like animals
in the house he never had.
But I kept him there anyway.
That night when I got in the bed
he cried a little bit and
then I picked him up rubbed his head
just gave him lovings nothing
would work I thought to myself
this was a big mistake because
I’m not going to get any sleep.
But I rubbed his belly and
he went right to sleep.
A few months later we moved out
of my dad’s house and my husband
worked nights and me and Smokey stayed there
and since I had nobody else to talk to I came
very attached to Smokey
I started taking him places with me and
doing alot of stuff with him and
I fell in love with him.
He was my best friend.
I treated him like my baby because
I can’t get pregnant.
So he became very spoiled.
He was a lap baby he was my baby.
If I heard someone coming up to the door
I’d say “who is it”? he’d stand alert and
start barking. Then run to the door and
look out like a little kid would
do on his back legs.
If he had to “go” he’d run to the door and
hit it really hard and to come back
in the house he did the same thing. (Smart dog!)
He knew tricks.
He couldn’t roll over, sit when asked to,
shake hands he couldn’t do any special things
but I loved him like he was a prize winning dog.
I have had several dogs
in my lifetime house
dogs and outside dogs but
I have never loved a dog the way
I loved smokey. He was precious he never hurt anyone.
He never did anything wrong.
He was the sweetest dog in the world.
He was very pretty he was a phantom poodle.
The people that gave us Smokey said
he was a $700.00 dog.
He was registered with all of his papers.
I thought maybe there
was something wrong
with him why else
would they just give him away?
But he went to the vet and
he was just fine.
I had him for 7 years (more or less) wonderful
years and I miss him with
all of my heart.
He had his certain places.
He would lay on the couch.
He would sleep above my head in the bed and
when I reclined in the chair
he would sleep above my head too.
When I’m laying there at night
I’ll reach my hand up there and
try to find him but he’s not there and
that makes me want to cry.
We have a fenced in yard and
Me and my husband went around the whole fence
several times and made sure the whole yard
was secure/safe were he could not get out
and we even parked outside the yard
across the street so when he goes outside
he’d be safe in the yard.
But Easter Weekend of 2002
Me and my husband went to my sister’s
to help her move into her new house and
I felt weird about leaving him home
that day but I knew we wouldn’t be gone
that long. My sister came to pick us
up that day and when we got back home
I didn’t see Smokey in the yard.
My husband stayed up there with her
by the car I never looked back
because I was looking for Smokey and
as I looked back (it was dark)
I could see my sister coming
down the hill with her hand
over her mouth
and I knew that it wasn’t good and
I screamed out
NO NOT SMOKEY NOT MY BOY NOT MY BABY and
she slowly nodded her head and
then I saw my husband standing down
the road holding him; he had been hit.
I don’t know if he suffered,
if he was killed instantly
I have no idea
and it hurts so bad.
To even write this but its been 4 months and
I’m still crying still missing him.
I even got another poodle.
He is solid black; he is now 6 months old;
I was going to name him Lil Smoke or
something but I ended up naming him Boomer.
He is very sweet, very playful.
I love him very much.
But he will never take the place of Smokey.
Smokey was one of a kind.
An angel in disquise sent to me.
I love you Smokey with all of my heart
I’ll never forget you;
I still carry your picture around
with me and have your picture up on the fridge.
You may be gone
but you will never be forgotten.
XOXOXOXOXOXOX
I miss you Smokey : (
I love you Smokey……
Love you always and forever
mama