Well Smokey has been gone almost a week & while I miss her teribly I already feel at peace about her death. The two weeks prior were more difficult than the week since. I cried & I still look to where she used to lay & get sad, but I know that she was so misserable it better knowing she's out of pain. I'm very supprised at how quickly I've come to terms with her passing, but I'm wondering have I come to terms or am I somehow in denial? I guess maybe it's because I mourned for the two weeks before she died because I knew it was coming & she wasn't her self anyway. My Smokey would wake up in the middle of the night & give out this low gutteral (sp?) meow to make sure I was still there & wouldn't stop until I answered her. Well until just moments before she died she had not talked for two weeks. That was not my Smokey. My Smokey was a talker. I just wanted to throw this out there to get it off my chest, comments are welcome but not necessary.
