What a foul day.
We were sat at home this morning, just finishing breakfast - we're off work before going on holiday tomorrow - and there was a knock at the door. My DH answered it and was talking to the person at the door for a few minutes, and then I heard the front door close, and the lounge door opened.
"Who was that?" I attempted to innocently ask. He was crying. I leapt out of the chair (it has it's back to the door), and he had our no.1 cat, Pepper, in his arms wrapped in the neighbour's towel. Their daughter (about 13 y o I think) had find our gorgeous girl on the footpath between our houses, already gone. DH had only let her out a half hour before!! 
she was 10 1/2 years old.
I've just dropped a card and replacement towel next door, but deliberately knocked and ran. Can't talk to them, glad we're going away for 10 days tomorrow. Don't know what to say the next time I see them, they only moved in about 5 months ago, we were just getting to going beyond hello at the moment.
I feel bereft today.