First let me start by saying I was searching for answers online and found your site. I hope by telling his story it will somehow help me overcome this empty hole in my heart I'm feeling as I cant stop crying. My baby Rascal was hit by a car this past Monday morning. He was one of 4 kitty's I have, all were living on the streets that I rescued and took them home. They all have the freedom to go outside and inside and love it. They were street smart and they all always run away from cars...so for this to happen it just doesn't compute in my mind. He was just one block over and a few houses down..how..why?? I cant rap my head around it. Why didn't the person stop?? Maybe he could have been saved if taken in. Why didn't I call them in Sunday night and give them kitty nip like he loved sooo much? Maybe that would made him stay in. So many thoughts are now running through my head...
He didn't show up for breakfast which isn't totally out of the norm. He was a sound sleeper and sometimes found places to sleep in the neighbors yards, like they all do and comes rolling in about an hour after. I was getting ready for a Monday morning meeting...when I heard a knock at the door. It was animal control. My first quick thought was maybe he got into something and they caught him...but that thought was quickly replaced by reality from the man at the door telling me his life was cut short. WHAT??? RASCAL??? MY BABY?? I couldn't comprehend it... until he asked if I want his body or they would take him. Of Course I wanted him...I couldn't get to him quick enough to hold him...to let him know how much I loved him...to tell him how sorry I was for not being there for him...to give him lovin hugs as kisses like he always let me do. I couldn't let him go...I just kept holding him...crying hysterically for hours...all day.
I have lost other babies of mine...but this one is really so hard its killing me. Maybe because the others had a illness and I had the time to digest what would eventually happen. But this...this is too much for me. Out of all my babies he was the one who would give me the most loving. He would let me hold him and kiss him all over. He would sit on my lap curled up forever. He would take naps with me with his head at my shoulders..he would wrap his little paws around my neck and kneed at me. He stayed small so he was so cute and had the softest fur. He may have not been so social with others but I was his mommy and he knew it. He loved his milk and cat nip "nippies" and walked over to the fridge or where I kept the cat nip, looked up, looked at me and meowed asking for it. He was smart, loving and his name was very appropriate as he did get into things..which made him so funny.
He was my baby...and I miss him so much already I don't know how I'm going to be without him in my life. I just want to hold him one more time..
I love you Rascal and I'll never forget all you gave to me...
He didn't show up for breakfast which isn't totally out of the norm. He was a sound sleeper and sometimes found places to sleep in the neighbors yards, like they all do and comes rolling in about an hour after. I was getting ready for a Monday morning meeting...when I heard a knock at the door. It was animal control. My first quick thought was maybe he got into something and they caught him...but that thought was quickly replaced by reality from the man at the door telling me his life was cut short. WHAT??? RASCAL??? MY BABY?? I couldn't comprehend it... until he asked if I want his body or they would take him. Of Course I wanted him...I couldn't get to him quick enough to hold him...to let him know how much I loved him...to tell him how sorry I was for not being there for him...to give him lovin hugs as kisses like he always let me do. I couldn't let him go...I just kept holding him...crying hysterically for hours...all day.
I have lost other babies of mine...but this one is really so hard its killing me. Maybe because the others had a illness and I had the time to digest what would eventually happen. But this...this is too much for me. Out of all my babies he was the one who would give me the most loving. He would let me hold him and kiss him all over. He would sit on my lap curled up forever. He would take naps with me with his head at my shoulders..he would wrap his little paws around my neck and kneed at me. He stayed small so he was so cute and had the softest fur. He may have not been so social with others but I was his mommy and he knew it. He loved his milk and cat nip "nippies" and walked over to the fridge or where I kept the cat nip, looked up, looked at me and meowed asking for it. He was smart, loving and his name was very appropriate as he did get into things..which made him so funny.
He was my baby...and I miss him so much already I don't know how I'm going to be without him in my life. I just want to hold him one more time..
I love you Rascal and I'll never forget all you gave to me...
Rascal. I am glad that you found this site and came here to tell your story of how much you loved your boy. I do think that losing them "that way" is truly traumatic on our hearts and souls. No time to prepare, no warning. My heart :heart3: goes out to you today. There are many of us who have lost kitties, suddenly and tragically. You are not alone. 
Comfort her in her dreams :9: that you are in a happy place. 
