This is one of the last pictures of my special Stitchminx, Smokey. I lost her suddenly a few weeks ago and still finding it difficult to come to terms of her, not being here.

On her favourite chair, her favourite game was to kid-on while sitting next to the Xmas Tree that she wasn't playing with the Baubles... she was the smart one, compared to her brother Ginger. Does anyone else feel like this, when losing a favourite family pet?