I don’t think my house has ever been so quiet. Usually it’s full of noise from the five kids and Ddog and Dcat playing. We are all heartbroken. He wasn’t even 18 months old. We live in a little village and he was hit by a car sometime around 6.30am. Right by a sign that measures car speed and tells people to slow down. My neighbour recognised Dcat and came and got me.
He was so badly injured and I hate that he died alone. I hate that my baby will never giggle at Dcat batting his ball toys around or lie his head in Dcat to listen to the purring. I hate that my Autistic daughter who totally adored him, is in pieces. I hate that whoever hit him probably thought he was just another rabbit and didn’t stop to check.
We are going to bury him up the hill he loved to chase rabbits on. We only moved out here in October and I remember thinking how much Dcat would love it and how much safer it would be for him than the busy roads all around my old house.
Only just under a month ago, I took my mums Dcat to the vet and stayed with him whilst he was put to sleep. He was old and had contracted FIV. I remember thinking about my Dcat and being grateful he was so young and had years left.