The neighbours, god love them, have woken me up to tell me my lovely Ernie cat has been run over just outside. He was still warm, he is curled up on his favourite blankie on the bed for one last night.
So grateful they stopped, knew him and got me, it looks like it was very quick. I am just heartbroken. I tried everything to keep him safe, but he was the one in however many ridiculous number who could scale my cat proof fencing like a blooming squirrel.
He was feisty and loving and purry and loved giving kisses. I can’t believe that tomorrow that space on the bed will be empty. I am going to miss him so much. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to take him to the crematorium tomorrow, I just can’t stop crying.
Goodnight my darling little man. Go play with your brother till I come get you at rainbow bridge.
Just need to tell people who understand.