Smokey O'Brien

by Krissy O'Brien
(Boston, MA)

He was just a tiny kitten left in someones yard when i found him. I took right him home and he was by my side through relationship trauma, birth of 2 human children and many more cats taken in after him.

He was always my first born, my boy, my soulmate. I miss him every day in the 2 years since he died of diabetes at age 13. He died in my arms and I never wantrd to let him go but i had to.

I miss and love you every day my wisp of Smoke. Someday our ashes will be spread out together. Till then run free and wait for your mama.