I could not let this day go by without mentioning that today, April 1st, would have been Smokey's 19th birthday.
Yes, cat's live that long and longer. So, each one that goes by where he could have been alive is especially sad.
I still miss him just as much as the first day he left. It will always suck, but I have reached a point now where I'm glad it sucks. I'm glad I'm the one who gets to miss him. I was very lucky. He was so special.
Smokey - I hope you are waiting for me in heaven. Be sure to hunt, catch, and eat all the birds and mice you want while you are waiting for me. I miss you.