Smokey White

Strange thing about owning a pet is, you’ve wordlessly agreed to live together. Till death do you part. You do not communicate in a language you would both understand but you’re mutually comfortable with that.

Smokey and I understand that the best we can do is try to read each other’s minds. I know when he needs to be fed, cleaned, stroked and he knows the difference between play day and labor day.

Then there are times I attempt to read his mind and he becomes an instant smile that sits squarely in the nucleus of my life.