25
Jan
One month ago it was Christmas.
I wish I would have truly known it was my last Christmas with Smokey. I would have fed him any amount of chicken he wanted. And anything else. All the treats.
It was dumping snow. All week – the best Christmas present for him for sure.
But now 1 month later and went out to start shoveling some of his pile from the back deck. But broke down in tears.
In 2 days it will be Smokey’s “birthday” – the anniversary of when I adopted him. Would have been 8 years. We were cheated.
I am heartbroken. And cry every day. And live in a fog.
