My lovely ginger tom cat died today, ran over, just a few doors from our house. He was just under two years old. He never had any road sense and we always feared this would happen. Attempts to keep him in at night failed as he managed to open the cat flap even when locked.
We thought he had got better and I had stopped worrying about running him over on the driveway and now he is gone.
I don't bear the driver any malice, although they did not stop. Another driver stopped and found out which house he belonged to.
He was the most fabulous cat in the world, so very friendly and everyone who met him liked him!
I called him my ginger pudding.
My 10 year old dd is devastated and we will bury him in the garden tonight.
Any tips on what to do and how to handle it all sensitively?
I am off to shops tomorrow to buy a cross and a garden ornament to mark the grave.
This is so crap! 