Smokey Lynne

Smokey Lynn was given to me for my birthday. When I saw that little black face, I fell in love with her. She was so little and sweet. I got up at 1:30 a.m. to play with her that first night.

Smokey was so smart. She could "sit up and look pretty." She could roll over and show her operation. She understood when I spelled b-o-n-e. She was a happy little girl. She would run and play and roll on her back and play with her toys. She always took a toy with her when she went outside. When you said, "put up your dukes," she would sit up and hit at you with her paws. She went with us to the nursing home to visit our friend. Everybody loved her. She seemed to know when to be gentle with older people. She would give them a tiny, little kiss. If somebody was loud or rough acting, she would kiss and wiggle and play rough with them.

When I found out that she had liver failure, I was devastated. I still felt that if I took her to a specialist and tried harder to save her, she would live. But no matter how hard the doctors tried or how hard I worked to help her, no matter how hard Poppy tried, she died on April 20. She was twenty days short of being fifteen years old Our friend had made a little pink, blue and gold box for her to be buried in. My heart broke that terrible day.

My heart is still broken. She was my sweet angel.