We lost our Smokey today. Unexpectedly...he is gone. Liver failure...but no one knows for why sure. Sunday afternoon he was eating chicken pot pie with us, today he was buried in a corner of the front yard where I found this tiny gray kitten 6 years ago. He jumped out of the plumbago bushes as if to say "lady, today is your lucky day because I'm here!" and he was right. My son fell in love with him and the two were inseperable. After Randy moved out, he always looked for Smokey before he spent time with family when he came to visit. On Sunday, I had to tell him to "put that cat down and come eat." Today I had to tell him Smokey was dying. When the Manly Man asked me where I wanted to bury him, I said in the corner of the front yard where I found him....in the plumbago bushes...so he dug a hole and we wrapped him in the demin shirt I was wearing last night when Smokey and I cuddled on the sofa. This morning we rushed to the vet and I said to spare no expense...just save his life. But God has other plans. When Manly Man and I went to the vet's office today to have him put to sleep, they brought him to me and and laid him on the table. I said "hi Smokey" and he answered "mwow"...he was so happy to see us even though he was in great pain...he loved his family very much and we loved him....and always will. Until we meet again Smokey...sweet dreams.