My cat was hit by a car last night and killed instantly.
It's all my fault and the guilt is awful.
She was 16 and not exactly a house cat but didn't like going much unless the weather was nice. In the summer she would sit out for ages.
She was house trained but did use her litter tray too.
I always popped her in her back garden morning and evening. Just for ten minutes or so. She she mostly protested (again unless it was sunny) but sometimes sat out for a bit. I never put her out in bad weather.
Last night as I was cooking dinner I put her in the garden, physically picked her up and put her in back garden. Just to see if she would have a wee or poo rather than use litter tray
Less than 10 minutes later our next door neighbour knocked the door saying she had been run over. Someone who had witnessed it knocked their door to ask if they knew who's cat it was.
I keep replaying it in my head. Why did I make her go out when she didn't want to. And why she must have jumped over the fence and gone out into the street when I've never seen her do this at all.
I cant stop crying.