So the day we have dreaded for the last three years has come to pass. Dh arrive home to find our gorgeous boy dead, still warm, but dead in our lane. We always thought the road woul get him, but never out quiet country lane. He was probably trotting back happily with a mouse. The house is empty. How do we proceed from here? He was the light of our lives and I have my thirteen year old coming home from a residential tomorrow. Keep thinking it is just a dream and yet I feel so guilty saying this when he was, after all, just a cat.