We let Smokey go this morning. He was hiding, and not eating, and Jeff was having a hard time syringing him. We knew it was time.

Those of you who know me well know that my cats are my whole life. They are the center of everything we do. The center is now gone.

I am lost and afraid of this pain. There are cat beds, bowls and litter boxes all over this house. We bought this house for them... and one by one they left.

Smokey was such a sweet lovable cat. He was perfect for us. I adore him and all his special ways. The way he'd pull down our towels, and loved his water fountain and watching out the front door, which we kept open for him now matter how cold it was outside.
He slept on my pillow and had the softest fur. He had eyes that could melt any heart.

They are all gone now. And I am so sad and brokenhearted. I can't even begin to deal with all this awful pain and emptiness.