Smoky

We watched our boy Smoky move from young and sturdy too old and frail, but he was always our darling, whether romping in the snow, jumping in a mountain stream, or coming slowly to lie quietly near us in later years. His eyesight and hearing decreased, and his ability to get up and walk on his own grew less, but he was always "somewhere in there", our old boy. On August 29 he left us while we caressed and whispered to him—but he lives in our hearts and memories.