Snickers somehow got out yesterday afternoon. By the time I got out the door to catch him, he had already made it to the corner....and was hit by a car. I scooped him up in my arms and took him straight to the emergency vet, but there just wasn't anything they could do for him. I mercifully had him PTS to take away his misery.
My son (who is 3 1/2) is absolutely devastated; just two days ago he was sitting on the floor with Snickers telling him "I love you, kitty".
I feel so horrible. And guilty. Maybe if I'd have run faster I could have caught him in time. It was like it all happened in some awful kind of slow-motion.
He was only with me for just shy of two weeks. He had really settled in during that short period of time; he allowed me to brush him, bathe him, and he was starting to get very vocal with me.
I've been told that at least I was kind enough to give him a good home, since he was a stray. And that I made that short part of his life better. But it really doesn't make my house seem less empty now.
My son (who is 3 1/2) is absolutely devastated; just two days ago he was sitting on the floor with Snickers telling him "I love you, kitty".
I feel so horrible. And guilty. Maybe if I'd have run faster I could have caught him in time. It was like it all happened in some awful kind of slow-motion.
He was only with me for just shy of two weeks. He had really settled in during that short period of time; he allowed me to brush him, bathe him, and he was starting to get very vocal with me.
I've been told that at least I was kind enough to give him a good home, since he was a stray. And that I made that short part of his life better. But it really doesn't make my house seem less empty now.