Smokey's Sad End

A few posts ago, i told the tale of Smokey, Jen's stepfather's whiskerless cat who wobbled when he walked. Sadly, on Friday, Jen received news of his death. Apparently, after an evening of his not returning home, (he was generally an outdoor cat, though he wouldn't usually wobble very far from his homebase), Jen's mother alerted the neighbors, and they found him between some rocks directly off of a cliff, still alive, with his leg, pelvis and tail broken. He had been bitten by an animal as well, though it was unclear whether or not his injuries were a result of the attack or after an accident. They managed to get him to a vet, but at his late age (21 years) and terrible injuries, it was going to be too much for the cat to bare: he was put down. In spite of this, Smokey was purring to the end.

Somewhere in Maine, a very special cat's wobble is missing, and it makes me incredibly sad.


Smokey, two weeks before his departure, in Maine