My beautiful cat, Tequila, was hit by a car on 11th September this year around 10:25 am. She died on the spot in the middle of the street. It still hurts so much every day to wait for her to come home again. I miss her every morning, because she doesn’t wake me up. I miss her when I come home from work, because she is not waiting for me to be petted. And I miss her in the evening, when she should be cuddling on my lap while I’m reading on the couch. She was my jumping piece of luck, but on that faithful day she ran out of luck. I will hang this picture of her next to her favorite spot on the couch.
Rest in peace Tequila.
I’m sorry for your loss. We have a huntress cat that adopted us as a quasi feral kitten a couple of years ago but spends 23 hours a day outside doing outside cat things. So far she’s gotten got by a skunk and something presumably a lot bigger than herself opened up a huge gash on her head that fortunately triple anti cream and time sealed back up nicely and you can’t even see the scar through her fur. I always figure it’s a matter of time before a car gets her, but we do live deep in the middle of a subdivision where most people don’t drive crazy, so she’s got that working in her favor.
I hope fo you, that your cat has enough sense to be afraid of cars. My Tequilas was more afraid of people than of cars. I also was never able to teach her anything on purpose. She learned to use the cat flap by observing her brother. Tequila was a very headstrong and strange kitty.