This is for Smokey my almost 16 year old boy, he had many names throughout the years. Smokey...TigerKitty...Prince Of Persia....and Bozo..Smokey Bokey... I had him from kitten at the young age of 22, he was my lifeline, the key to my anxiety relief, my love. I had a cat in my high school days but this was a different ballgame, a whole new meaning.
I carried him on my shoulder a lot, every evening in his elder years I would plop him on my shoulder and take him around the yard, visit the greenhouse, smell some plants and enjoy the night. If I bounced him gently up and down on my shoulder like a baby he would love it and start to purr. I constantly hugged him and worried for him
My life revolved around him, I plummeted him with kisses everyday, shared my dinner with him. If anyone came to the house it was a habit to make sure he was not under the car when they left. I would bite his ears with my lips and pull them, kiss the bridge of his nose, I was in love with him..
If he went down the driveway to go across the road I would stop him. He came to realize this because if he was by the road and he saw me he knew I would come running to come get him...Sometimes he would get angry I would do this.. After I moved him up the driveway and I went into the house, he would go back but stop and look back to see if I would stop him. He wouldnt do it again
A very personal memorable memory is me sitting on my kitchen floor, equal distance from the kitchen door and the parlor door. He went to the kitchen door, then i could hear him walking towards me, you could hear his paws when he walked.. He went to the parlor door but as he walked pass me I would grab his back in a playful way and he would have his back twitch and meow. He went back and forth from parlor to kitchen door 15 times with each pass I would hear him coming bunk bunk bunk bunk I touch his back meow, sometimes not.
I bought him anything I could think of that would make him happy, sometimes he liked it sometimes he didnt
9 reviews down is my boy, from 808state, he went into it the first day and never went back into it again
Ive never been cut this deep before, it hurts, he passed feb 1 2015 superbowl sunday at 4:50 am. I was with him off and on all night, I feel so alone like a hollow shell, all my responsibilities are now gone.
When the rain pours and the wind howls it does not bother me anymore because my boy is no longer out there. When a car speeds down the road it no longer has meaning to me because my boy is no longer here..
My head hurts from crying, I put him to rest close to his favorite outdoor hangout spot, I put my aloha shirt on top of him, in fact hes right below where that table used to be, he was around 6 years of age in that pic...
I can almost smell him, hear him, I miss you Smokey, I miss you so much