We loved a solid gray cat named Smoky. Just a cat, you may say, just another cat. But he became a family member about nine years ago.
He’d been in a fight for his life. His left eye was swollen with infection. He was a mess and skinny.
Doug, my husband, took him to the vet and had him fixed up and “fixed.”
On May 11, Smoky wanted out, and as usual, Doug called out to me, “‘Smokes’ is out.”