Sorry to start the morning off with this but am at work and nearly in tears. ☹️
My cat was knocked down by a car at the corner of our street on Saturday. We had been out shopping and when walking back saw a man step out onto the road whilst looking at something lying on the pavement. I knew straight away it was her and we ran over, she was lying in a pool of blood.
I know it sounds silly and maybe melodramatic to some but she was like our little kid. She was so human like it was crazy and the whole street loved her. I feel esp bad as when we had got home from my dads she was asleep on the sofa and as we were going to be putting a flea bomb off we had to put her out. She didn't want to go but I carried on and put her out. I wish so much I had left it till Sunday and left her sleeping.
Was coming to terms with it today, although the house feels like there is something missing, until I tried to log onto my machine. I had used her name in the password and it set me off again. [:'(]
