I never thought that I'd be posting in here anytime soon, if not ever. But here I am. Not one of my cats, but one of the four strays we feed and watch out for.
There are two siblings we knew since they were wee little babies. They ate our food, listened to us as we talked to them, but they were feral and would never let us touch them. Soon enough they grew up and ended up having babies together. They had two beautiful babies but they were just as afraid of us as they were. But we fed them anyway.
This morning (few minutes ago) my mom was getting ready for work as usual, I was still up. Everything went normal until she was getting in her truck. I was inside an I went back to surfing the internet when she came barging in the front door with tears in her eyes. She called my name pleading "I didn't do it, I didn't!". I was immedietly floored. My first thought was my cat Little One being injured because we had just let him out. As she led me outside I saw it was not Little One, it was Dominoe. We named him Domino because he had two big black spots on his side and the rest is white (looks like a domino).
I don't really know what exactly happened because my mom was hysterical. I tried calming her down and she said that when she came out the mom cat was meowing really loudly so she talked to her a bit and my mom went on her way As my mom back up from the driveway she saw something that looked like a newspaper. She finally realized it was a kitty.
We're thinking this is how it happened: Domino is in the street along with momma kitty and brother, Snowball. Vehicle comes down the street and doesn't see Domino (it's still dark). Domino get's hit. Either Domino pulls himself to the driveway under my mom's truck or Momma kitty drags Domino to the place under my mom's truck. Either, I guess would be possible. My mom backs up and discovers him.
I know that my mom didn't run over him because he's not squished, you can tell he was hit in the head. And where he was laying was inbetween the tired and not parallel with a tire.
But all in all it doesn't really matter who did it or how it happened. We have to deal with it and mourn Domino's loss with joy that wherever he is now, he's got to be playing and running around like a joyful kitty again.
Being 16, I feel that I had to be my mom's comforter, she was hysterical and you would've thought it be the other way around. As strong and pulled together as I was when we put his still warm body into a bag, I'm crying a river right now and it doesn't seem like it's going to stop any time soon.
We are planning to bury him in our backyard when my mom gets home. I haven't broken it to be dad yet because he's still asleep. He loved these kitties and I'm afraid of how he'll handle it.
Poor Domino, I hope he's happy now wherever he might be.
We loved you.
There are two siblings we knew since they were wee little babies. They ate our food, listened to us as we talked to them, but they were feral and would never let us touch them. Soon enough they grew up and ended up having babies together. They had two beautiful babies but they were just as afraid of us as they were. But we fed them anyway.
This morning (few minutes ago) my mom was getting ready for work as usual, I was still up. Everything went normal until she was getting in her truck. I was inside an I went back to surfing the internet when she came barging in the front door with tears in her eyes. She called my name pleading "I didn't do it, I didn't!". I was immedietly floored. My first thought was my cat Little One being injured because we had just let him out. As she led me outside I saw it was not Little One, it was Dominoe. We named him Domino because he had two big black spots on his side and the rest is white (looks like a domino).
I don't really know what exactly happened because my mom was hysterical. I tried calming her down and she said that when she came out the mom cat was meowing really loudly so she talked to her a bit and my mom went on her way As my mom back up from the driveway she saw something that looked like a newspaper. She finally realized it was a kitty.
We're thinking this is how it happened: Domino is in the street along with momma kitty and brother, Snowball. Vehicle comes down the street and doesn't see Domino (it's still dark). Domino get's hit. Either Domino pulls himself to the driveway under my mom's truck or Momma kitty drags Domino to the place under my mom's truck. Either, I guess would be possible. My mom backs up and discovers him.
I know that my mom didn't run over him because he's not squished, you can tell he was hit in the head. And where he was laying was inbetween the tired and not parallel with a tire.
But all in all it doesn't really matter who did it or how it happened. We have to deal with it and mourn Domino's loss with joy that wherever he is now, he's got to be playing and running around like a joyful kitty again.
Being 16, I feel that I had to be my mom's comforter, she was hysterical and you would've thought it be the other way around. As strong and pulled together as I was when we put his still warm body into a bag, I'm crying a river right now and it doesn't seem like it's going to stop any time soon.
We are planning to bury him in our backyard when my mom gets home. I haven't broken it to be dad yet because he's still asleep. He loved these kitties and I'm afraid of how he'll handle it.
Poor Domino, I hope he's happy now wherever he might be.
We loved you.
