Rest in peace, Smokey pup. Now your eyes are clear and sharp again, and you can run like the wind once more. You've left a poodle-shaped hole in your Momma's and Grandmomma's hearts, and they and we will miss you forever. Go see my Mom at the Rainbow Bridge - she'll be the short lady with fuzzy brown hai and an endless supply of biscuits for all good dogs, okay? Then find Gracie - she's lots taller than you, black but shiny instead of curly. She'll know lots good spots to run and play, and I'm sure she'll happily introduce you.