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I just buried my best kitty buddy, my cat Stumps, this evening. 
My neighbor Amanda knocked on my door about an hour and a half ago and said, "Stumps is in the road." She said he'd just walked by her husband Ben and seemed fine, but then she looked and saw him lying in the street in front of her house.
I ran out to the road, but it was too late: he was already dead. He was still warm, so it had just happened. His neck was broken. I was in shock: he was so scared of cars, he'd look both ways before crossing the street. He'd been playing with another neighbor's cat, Lucky, and must have run into the road during their tag game. Whoever hit him, didn't stop.
Ben helped me bury him in the back yard. Evil Empryss and the Evil Princess came over with Goldie to console me . . . I cried like a baby. I've only had him for 18 months, but he was such an awesome cat. So friendly and social. He loved being outsiee, it was hard to keep him indoors. Everyone in the neighborhood loved him.
Funny thing was, he didn't want to go out this morning when I got up for work. He slept with me last night, and we snuggled for about half an hour this morning, but he decided to go back to bed when I went to work. He'd only been outside for a couple of hours when it happened.
I'm already not in a good place because of my Mom. That'll take a different post, she's got some health issues I'm not ready to talk about yet (nothing life threatening), but I've been sitting waiting for a call from her doctor to see if he can help me and my brother make decisions on what to do.
I'm so not going to sleep well tonight
Rest in peace and love, Stumps, my mighty hunter. I miss you already.
My neighbor Amanda knocked on my door about an hour and a half ago and said, "Stumps is in the road." She said he'd just walked by her husband Ben and seemed fine, but then she looked and saw him lying in the street in front of her house.
I ran out to the road, but it was too late: he was already dead. He was still warm, so it had just happened. His neck was broken. I was in shock: he was so scared of cars, he'd look both ways before crossing the street. He'd been playing with another neighbor's cat, Lucky, and must have run into the road during their tag game. Whoever hit him, didn't stop.
Ben helped me bury him in the back yard. Evil Empryss and the Evil Princess came over with Goldie to console me . . . I cried like a baby. I've only had him for 18 months, but he was such an awesome cat. So friendly and social. He loved being outsiee, it was hard to keep him indoors. Everyone in the neighborhood loved him.
Funny thing was, he didn't want to go out this morning when I got up for work. He slept with me last night, and we snuggled for about half an hour this morning, but he decided to go back to bed when I went to work. He'd only been outside for a couple of hours when it happened.
I'm already not in a good place because of my Mom. That'll take a different post, she's got some health issues I'm not ready to talk about yet (nothing life threatening), but I've been sitting waiting for a call from her doctor to see if he can help me and my brother make decisions on what to do.
I'm so not going to sleep well tonight
Rest in peace and love, Stumps, my mighty hunter. I miss you already.
Best wishes and prayers for you and your family.
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