He was run over. Just over 7 months old. Devastated. This year I had to give up work ( well I was dismissed) because of a chronic health condition. I’ve spent almost all of this year at home extremely isolated and struggling with this new life that is so limiting. We decided to rehome a kitten to keep me company. He was beautiful. So affectionate and loving. He was my friend and always slept with me. How do I tell my children tomorrow morning? They are 10 and 6. I’m so low.