A few hours ago one of my lovely boys was run over by some speeding **** who didn't even bother to stop. I'm absolutely beside myself, I can't quite believe it and miss him more than anything already.
We had two from the same house but different litters, they were 10 months old. I'm worried for the other one, will he realise? What can I expect? They were inseperable in the beginning, and although less so now, still great mates. I feel awful because I got two as I hated the idea of one being on their own when I'm at work, and I really don't like the idea of him going outside either.
Not sure why I am writing, I just don't really know what to do with myself, I am devastated. One thing that has moved me is how kind people I didn't even know where to him, moving him to the verge and looking after him, taking him to the vets although he was already gone and calling us, it meant a lot that someone so kind was with him when he went.
He was just such a lovely, sweet, tinker of a cat and I'm so sad his life was so short.
We had two from the same house but different litters, they were 10 months old. I'm worried for the other one, will he realise? What can I expect? They were inseperable in the beginning, and although less so now, still great mates. I feel awful because I got two as I hated the idea of one being on their own when I'm at work, and I really don't like the idea of him going outside either.
Not sure why I am writing, I just don't really know what to do with myself, I am devastated. One thing that has moved me is how kind people I didn't even know where to him, moving him to the verge and looking after him, taking him to the vets although he was already gone and calling us, it meant a lot that someone so kind was with him when he went.
He was just such a lovely, sweet, tinker of a cat and I'm so sad his life was so short.






