My Life, by Smokey (The Cat) Franchi
My first boss called me Cat and abandoned me after his apartment became uninhabitable because of a fire on another floor. A neighbor found me hiding under the bed the next day, and yet another neighbor renamed me Smokey and took care of me for the next six months. I was then about three years old.
The Franchis were lonesome because they had recently lost two black dogs within a period of about 18 months. Smokey was 15 and Shadow was 13-1/2. When they found out I was looking for a home, they offered me one, and I adopted them as my family. I went to sleep on April 29, 2008, never to awaken, freed from pain and suffering.