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.
my cat desires to be a Freigänger, but I have found him not less than 5 times with a dead bird, and one time he brought a dead bird inside and threw it about. Also he gets fleas. He is a dickhead, and not allowed outside.