My first cat Smokey was my best friend while I was growing up in the suburbs of Washington, DC. He loved my company. It was on this day in 1993 when he was put to sleep. He was in such poor health. He was more than 21 years old at the time. A very long life for a cat.
His box of ashes sits on one of the speakers of my stereo in my living room today. I went to a comic book and record/CD convention today in Boston. I bought a bunch of old comics real cheap from the 1970s. I also bought three vinyl 45s. Great stuff. I remember hearing these songs in the basement at home with Smokey while reading my comic books.
"Sweetheart" by Franke and the Knockouts
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