Garfield was sadly killed this morning. Mum had called in on a flying visit on her way past, and as she was leaving she reversed over Garfield. Thankfully I didn't witness it, I didn't even know he had snuck outside. Mum was distraught, I was distraught, lots of crying and hugging and now I'm sitting in work and just feel like crying again. I was away over the weekend so literally only got to see him and cuddle him last night before I went to bed, little knowing that would be the last time I'd ever get to do that.
We seem to have no luck when it comes to cats, so I doubt we will get any more. Feel like I've been punched very hard in the chest. Even the thought of having to go in and clean up his room and remove his litter box and toys and feeding bowls make me just want to burst out crying.
You weren't on this earth long Garfield, but you were loved so much. Sweet dreams. ❤❤❤❤❤
We seem to have no luck when it comes to cats, so I doubt we will get any more. Feel like I've been punched very hard in the chest. Even the thought of having to go in and clean up his room and remove his litter box and toys and feeding bowls make me just want to burst out crying.
You weren't on this earth long Garfield, but you were loved so much. Sweet dreams. ❤❤❤❤❤