No Fuss, Just Sweetness
Smokey came into our lives when she was only six weeks old. The first time I saw her, she was sitting quietly, simply looking around. I picked her up, hugged her and took her home.
There was no fuss. Just sweetness.
That gentle nature stayed with her throughout her fifteen years with us. She was a beautiful dark Persian/Himalayan cat, with little grey tufts of hair coming out from her ears. Her front paws had a marking that seemed to continue perfectly from one paw to the other. When she lay with them together, the design joined as though it had been drawn straight across both.
She was only eight pounds, but to us she was bigger than life.
Our Good Little Girl
Smokey was a quiet, sweet cat who enjoyed being with us, although she also appreciated having time to herself. She was such a good girl. She never jumped on the counters, bothered the Christmas tree or scratched the furniture.
Every day, she knew exactly when her dad would be coming home from work. She would wait and meet him at the door, ready to welcome him home.
She might have been quiet by nature, but she still had plenty to say, particularly in the mornings. Those conversations were simply part of life with Smokey, a little morning ritual we shared.
Smokey would listen when we spoke to her, or at least she acted as though she did. Sometimes she would sit and wait to see what we were going to do, just so she could be part of it. It did not matter what the activity was. She only wanted to be included.
Her Playful Side
Smokey had a wonderfully playful side. She did zoomies, chased her toys and loved it when I threw them down the hall for her to run and jump after.
One of her favourite toys was a cloth fish attached to a stick and a string. She would drag it all over the house.
Our favourite game together was hide-and-seek. Smokey would go beneath the coffee table, and when I asked, “Where’s Smokey?” she would appear with the tablecloth half covering her face. As soon as I tried to touch her, she would duck back underneath again.
Sometimes I would hide in a bedroom and wait for her to come looking for me. I would jump out, startle her and watch her run away. She always came back for another round.
Another favourite game of hers was to come out from beneath the coffee table and get my feet.
She had a way of turning the simplest moment into something playful that always made us smile.
A Room to Herself
Smokey had her own room, although it had originally been our spare bedroom; she claimed it as her own. It contained her favourite piece of equipment: her tower, which stood in front of the window.
She especially loved settling into either the basket or the little house on the tower. That was usually where we would find her.
One memory that still makes me smile is walking past her room while she was lying in her basket. She would lazily turn, rest her head on the edge and look sideways at me. It was such a small thing, but it was completely my Smokey Snooze.
She also liked sitting beside my ceramic cat and kittens, perfectly posed as though they were her family.
Itty Bitty Kitty Committee
Smokey had several nicknames, and somehow she answered to all of them: Boozy, Smokey Lynn, Itty Bitty Kitty Committee, Snooze and Girly Girl.
Each name belonged to her because she had so many little sides to her personality. She could be quiet and independent, playful and talkative, or content simply to sit on my lap while we relaxed together on the sofa.
She brought joy through her presence and through all the ordinary moments we shared. Playing with her toys, hiding from one another, watching her in her tower and feeling her settle on my lap became the daily rhythm of our lives together.
A Purpose and a Comfort
My precious Smokey came to us during a very difficult time in my life. I had lost my grandfather and my mother within two years of each other, and she unintentionally became my emotional support animal, so to speak.
She gave me a purpose and someone to care for. She was always happy to see us, and her personality brought light into our lives.
She did not care what we looked like or whether we were having a bad day. She simply loved us unconditionally.
I had never had a cat in my life that I felt closer to. My boyfriend and I both cared deeply for her, and we spoiled her because she was such a huge part of our lives.
She was not simply living in our home. She was what made it home.
The Hardest Decision
Sadly, our precious Girly Girl developed kidney disease, and eventually she was no longer herself. She was sick and suffering, and stopped doing or enjoying all the things she once enjoyed.
We had to make the painful decision to let her go. We were completely devastated.
I did not fully realise how much Smokey meant to me until we had to say goodbye. Her absence has changed our lives, and there is now a huge void in our hearts with her gone.
Bigger than Life
We keep Smokey’s memory alive through her photographs and the little shrine I made for her, with her ashes, her toys, and a mould of her paw.
I want people to know how sweet she was. Only weighing eight pounds, she was bigger than life to us. She was a good girl who will always be missed and forever remain in our hearts.
For such a small cat, she filled our home and our lives in an enormous way.
💛 “Forever in our hearts and minds, until we meet again, Smokey Lynn.”
✍️ Written by Sandra-Lynne Mitchell from the memories and stories lovingly shared by Smokey’s family.
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