My boy was run over on Monday. It was horrific and he wouldn't have felt anything. The neighbours came knocking on our door and helped us wrap him in a towel. They were really kind.
We couldn't bury him in our garden and my partner didn't want his ashes back as it finds it too morbid and the urn would just be sat in the cupboard so we opted for a communal cremation. I feel shit about that now but he wouldn't have known any different.
I think it only really hit me yesterday that we've lost him and the sadness is unbearable. I spend all day keeping it together for my son and then fall apart in the evening. Our other cat (his sister) is missing him too, she's barely left my side and she keeps randomly meowing. She normally finds a place to sleep upstairs but they're normally together
I can't bear watching her grieve for him, it's heartbreaking.
I feel awful that this happened to him but I couldn't have kept him inside. He loved being out and about but he'd always come in for food and cuddles. He was only 5 and I just can't cope with the fact that we don't have him anymore.
I don't really know what I want from posting this, maybe it'll just help me deal with it by typing it all out.