My cat Smokey was everything to me. He was my friend and really kept me going. On the 15th when I was at work, my sister called me. Normally I don't answer my phone at work but something told me to pick up. She told me that he was found after getting hit by a car. My whole world has been turned upside down since then.
He was only 2 years old. He would have been 3 in April. Not having him here hurts. I'm so used to being in bed with him, playing with water (he loved the faucet) and coming home to him. Now I feel empty. The thought of him being in pain hurts me down to my soul. He was such a pure, friendly, loving cat. He liked to go outside but I'd always tell whoever was at home not to let him outside and that day he did. I'm trying not to be angry but I keep thinking that if they didn't let him out (even if he snuck out they could have brought him back in) he'd still be here and my heart wouldn't be broken. The worst part is, I don't know where his body is. My brother found him in the street, ran to the vet, came back less than 10 minutes later, and he was gone. I would feel a bit better if I had closure. Sorry again for this being long. I miss Smokey and I'm hurting. It's been exactly 2 weeks and I don't feel any better. I printed pictures of him yesterday but looking at them makes me sad because I'll never see him or hold him again. I also feel bad because I don't know where his body is. I'm sorry that this is so long. I would give or do anything to have him back. I wish he knew how much I love and miss him.
He was only 2 years old. He would have been 3 in April. Not having him here hurts. I'm so used to being in bed with him, playing with water (he loved the faucet) and coming home to him. Now I feel empty. The thought of him being in pain hurts me down to my soul. He was such a pure, friendly, loving cat. He liked to go outside but I'd always tell whoever was at home not to let him outside and that day he did. I'm trying not to be angry but I keep thinking that if they didn't let him out (even if he snuck out they could have brought him back in) he'd still be here and my heart wouldn't be broken. The worst part is, I don't know where his body is. My brother found him in the street, ran to the vet, came back less than 10 minutes later, and he was gone. I would feel a bit better if I had closure. Sorry again for this being long. I miss Smokey and I'm hurting. It's been exactly 2 weeks and I don't feel any better. I printed pictures of him yesterday but looking at them makes me sad because I'll never see him or hold him again. I also feel bad because I don't know where his body is. I'm sorry that this is so long. I would give or do anything to have him back. I wish he knew how much I love and miss him.
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