He was run over, I feel such guilt. He would cry to go out the front door and he usually just stayed on the windowsill or our pathway but something must have caught his eye. People speed down our road even though it's 20 and has speed bumps.
A very kind man found him, wrapped him up and took him the the local vet.
The house feels so quiet without him, he was a yowler.
I had always hoped I'd be with him at the end and that should have been years ahead. Feel so lost.
He was a streetcat from Singapore, and such a personality, he was huge but so gentle and sweet. Slept at the foot of the bed or cuddled close on my pillow.
Devastated