Smokey was PTS this morning. It was my mom's decision, he was her dog. She loved him, he was her baby. We all loved him.
I wasn't really expecting it...she called and told me while I was at work. I was ok until I came home and saw his bed missing, then I just lost it.
I'm glad he was able to have one last Christmas and one last Birthday with us. He's now happy and young again, like the Smokey he used to be.
I love you, Smokey![]()
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