It has been a hell of a day. Late last night, or early this morning in all actuality, Smoky died in my arms. He was twelve years old.
Regular readers will have noticed that I mentioned that Geoff and I missed a friend’s Very Important Play on Friday night when Smoky took ill. I emailed him to explain and apologize, but it’s never as good as being there. I know I hate it when my friends miss my performances, even when they have a really good reason. Thankfully someone was able to videotape the experience, and in HD no less.