Sylvester was an indipendent cat and living on a farm he would usually stay out till late, but he loved his home comforts and would always come home to his warm bed and evening cuddles.
Last night I called and called him but no sign, so at half past midnight I had to go to bed worried, on the odd occaision that this has happend before he is usually wating at the door in the morning. Not this morning so I went off calling and searching for him, I found him dead in one of our back fields, he had been hit by a car and dispite having horrific injuries he had tried to get back home and had managed to drag himself about 30m down a bank and through brambles and then into the field. I feel so so sad that his last breath was alone and in pain.
I have burried him with all the other cats that I have loved and lost, so he is reunited with his brother and old friends.
Last night I called and called him but no sign, so at half past midnight I had to go to bed worried, on the odd occaision that this has happend before he is usually wating at the door in the morning. Not this morning so I went off calling and searching for him, I found him dead in one of our back fields, he had been hit by a car and dispite having horrific injuries he had tried to get back home and had managed to drag himself about 30m down a bank and through brambles and then into the field. I feel so so sad that his last breath was alone and in pain.
I have burried him with all the other cats that I have loved and lost, so he is reunited with his brother and old friends.
