And I'm devastated. He was a one year old silver tabby, absolutely fearless and loved by everyone in our village - he used to accompany us on walks and once even tried to join us in the local pub. We rescued him last October and I was so looking forward to seeing him grow up into a big boy with tonnes of character. My 7 month old DD was just beginning to notice him and he always made her laugh by just coming into the room and rubbing my legs.
He went missing on September 11th and my DH found him that evening yards from our front door. He'd been hit on the head, blood everywhere - died instantly. What breaks my heart is that he was nearly home. I am absolutely devastated and keep breaking down whenever I pass his old feeding bowls, or see clothes on the bed and think it's him. We actually went away for the weekend just to escape the house, but now we're back it's even worse. I'm always sobbing in front of my DD and I'm worried it's affecting her.
Tell me it gets easier? Half of me wants to rescue another cat immediately but I'm petrified it would meet the same end. I also feel guilty that we didn't keep him in at night, but he was truly an outdoor cat.
Gutted 