On my way home from work tonight, my husband rang me to say the local vet called to say our cat had been run over. We rushed there (literally a minute away) and was showed his X-ray and him lay on a warmed bed crying in pain. We had no choice but to let him go. He wasn't even 3. I needed wanted to let him out but he was so unhappy being inside. We tried to keep him safe by keeping him in at night.
I feel heartbroken, literally can feel my heart shattering. My DD13 is so upset, husband has sobbed his heart out: I had an ectopic 13 years ago and feel sadder than I did then. He had become my baby replacement. I can't believe I won't see his handsome face again.