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Cathlete
He always stayed close to home. We started taking care of him 2 years ago when he wandered into our yard. We would let him in sometimes in the day, sometimes at night, but we would have to close my other cat in another room because we tried many times to integrate them but it never worked.
He has such a wonderful personality and when we would reluctantly put him out at night, in the winter, he would sleep in his chair. He was fixed so he didn't wander much. Come springtime, he would dissapear for a few hours on end. He never really wanted to be outside all that much. Sometimes he would, but he's come right back to the back door and stare in. We just loved him so much, all he ever wanted was love and to live inside.
Well, the other night we let him out and he came right back up to the door. I told my husband, "awww, he wants in, let's bring him in". But he had already been in all day so my hubby said, "He is fine, He'll be OK". But he wasn't. He wasn't standing there the next morning. A day passed, we put up signs. And soon.....we got the call from a neighbor saying she saw him dead on the side of the road one residential street over. She saw him and when she came back later his body was gone...picked up by someone I suppose. Of all the cats that have been in my life through the years, he is the last one I thought would die this way. I am just so so so so sad.
Just goes to show you that it isn't just stray cats that get hit. Even a cat that rarely ever leaves the yard can get hit on a seemingly quiet residential street. We are just absolutely heartbroken. My husband feels so guilty for saying he would be OK that night. I am comforting him. I just can't stand this kind of pain. That uneasy feeling...where you can't do anything else but think about your pet....that numbness.....the feeling of a broken heart I suppose. I just want to curl into the fetal position and cry for 2 weeks strait. One thing I do know is I never, never, never take care of a stray outside cat again. If I can't bring them in, I just can't do it. It is too hard when I lose them. Maybe a kitten one day, if my cat will allow it, but never again and outside cat.
And to top it off, my grandmother died last Wednesday, the funeral a day before my cat went missing. It seems God can be so cruel sometimes. The last year has really got me wondering what life is really for. It is full of so many losses, I often wonder if the good things outweigh all the hurt.:-( ;( :-( ;(
He has such a wonderful personality and when we would reluctantly put him out at night, in the winter, he would sleep in his chair. He was fixed so he didn't wander much. Come springtime, he would dissapear for a few hours on end. He never really wanted to be outside all that much. Sometimes he would, but he's come right back to the back door and stare in. We just loved him so much, all he ever wanted was love and to live inside.
Well, the other night we let him out and he came right back up to the door. I told my husband, "awww, he wants in, let's bring him in". But he had already been in all day so my hubby said, "He is fine, He'll be OK". But he wasn't. He wasn't standing there the next morning. A day passed, we put up signs. And soon.....we got the call from a neighbor saying she saw him dead on the side of the road one residential street over. She saw him and when she came back later his body was gone...picked up by someone I suppose. Of all the cats that have been in my life through the years, he is the last one I thought would die this way. I am just so so so so sad.
Just goes to show you that it isn't just stray cats that get hit. Even a cat that rarely ever leaves the yard can get hit on a seemingly quiet residential street. We are just absolutely heartbroken. My husband feels so guilty for saying he would be OK that night. I am comforting him. I just can't stand this kind of pain. That uneasy feeling...where you can't do anything else but think about your pet....that numbness.....the feeling of a broken heart I suppose. I just want to curl into the fetal position and cry for 2 weeks strait. One thing I do know is I never, never, never take care of a stray outside cat again. If I can't bring them in, I just can't do it. It is too hard when I lose them. Maybe a kitten one day, if my cat will allow it, but never again and outside cat.
And to top it off, my grandmother died last Wednesday, the funeral a day before my cat went missing. It seems God can be so cruel sometimes. The last year has really got me wondering what life is really for. It is full of so many losses, I often wonder if the good things outweigh all the hurt.:-( ;( :-( ;(
Sending you hugs.