I am bawling my eyes out. He wasn't even a year old - his birthday was next month. Rob and I rode out to DHEC this morning about permits, and his parents called us on our way back. They found a cat in the road and thought it was Monte. I knew just by his tone something was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me what the call was about.
Finally I just screamed "ITS MONTE, ISNT IT?!" He said they didn't know, and that the cat was down the street from our house (which, Monte never does. He always stays basically in our yard since it's 5 acres of land). We got home and he wouldn't let me look - he told me to go inside and he went. He came back with tears streaming down his face, and I knew.
This is insanely hard - he was OUR kitten, our child. Katina has no idea what's happened yet, she's still bouncing and playing around the room. I'm shaking, I feel sick, I'm devastated. I'm blaming myself because I should have kept him inside when I got home, but he was on his perch crying to me to let him out. He comes back in 99% of the time, whether it's when I call him, or when my BIL comes home from work. Just last week, he brought me a dragonfly and placed it at my feet, then looked up at me and meowed.
I just went outside and said my goodbyes, and brought Katina so she could smell him one last time. We are bringing him to be cremated, and put him alongside Tigger. My heart feels like it will never be whole again. He was my "Baby Boy", the most social, loving cat I ever met. He loved his "daddy", and was always laying in our laps - he could never waste a perfectly good lap.
I just don't want to accept this. It doesn't seem real, even though I saw him just now and know he never would have survived.
Meowmy and Daddy love you Monte, and we will always miss you.
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Finally I just screamed "ITS MONTE, ISNT IT?!" He said they didn't know, and that the cat was down the street from our house (which, Monte never does. He always stays basically in our yard since it's 5 acres of land). We got home and he wouldn't let me look - he told me to go inside and he went. He came back with tears streaming down his face, and I knew.
This is insanely hard - he was OUR kitten, our child. Katina has no idea what's happened yet, she's still bouncing and playing around the room. I'm shaking, I feel sick, I'm devastated. I'm blaming myself because I should have kept him inside when I got home, but he was on his perch crying to me to let him out. He comes back in 99% of the time, whether it's when I call him, or when my BIL comes home from work. Just last week, he brought me a dragonfly and placed it at my feet, then looked up at me and meowed.
I just went outside and said my goodbyes, and brought Katina so she could smell him one last time. We are bringing him to be cremated, and put him alongside Tigger. My heart feels like it will never be whole again. He was my "Baby Boy", the most social, loving cat I ever met. He loved his "daddy", and was always laying in our laps - he could never waste a perfectly good lap.
I just don't want to accept this. It doesn't seem real, even though I saw him just now and know he never would have survived.
Meowmy and Daddy love you Monte, and we will always miss you.