I hope it's ok to post this. I need to tell someone about my lovely old boy. His name was Mr Cooper, a tabby boy who was feral until he wandered into our garden 11 1/2 years ago - we already had 2 female cats at the time. It's a log story, but he became the most gentle, affectionate, special cat I've ever known (we had several over the past 42 years, all rescues). Tonight, he went outside at about 8, as usual (he used to sit on the step, our house is high up from the pavement). A knock came at the door, some very nice lady asked if I was Mrs so-and-so, and told me my boy was dead. He'd been hit by a car outside our house, and someone had taken him to this lady's house, on my street, because she's got a microchip scanner. He'd been killed outright. I went with her to her house, picked him up in a towel, stroked his little face and paws then buried him in a hole my husband dug. I'll miss him SO much.