This time last week I was cuddled up on the sofa to my beautiful boy Mylo. He was 7 months old an such a character. Totally obsessed with his mommy. Every morning I would get up to him outside my bedroom door waiting for cuddles, every night he'd be waiting for me when I got home. He hadn't been going outside for long an every time he did he'd be back thro the flap within half an hour, let out a big meow an come running to me for cuddles. Last Thursday he went out around 6pm and that was the last we saw of him. After a couple of hours I knew there was nothing that could keep him away from me for so long. Friday was spent walking miles with our dog Henry shaking his treats and calling him. Saturday morning we printed up flyers and I went around every door in our neighbourhood. Not long after I was home I had the call I was dreading. My lovely boy was hit by a car not longer after he'd left me. The lady said he didn't suffer, he was gone straight away which I thank god for. She and her husband took him, stroked him and admired the beautiful white stockings on his legs. They then buried him in their garden under the apple tree with their beloved cats. I am so grateful he was treated with such kindness by strangers. But so sorry I didn't keep him safe. You don't realise how much impact even a small decision like getting up to dry a floor rather than cuddling your bobbins for a minute longer can make. Sorry doesn't cut it- devastated. My poor little boy. Our time together was so much shorter than it should have been but I loved him enough for a lifetime. All our cats are special. But some of them I guess are too special for us. See you at the rainbow bridge my baby. I miss u so much and I am so sorry.