Today as I was getting ready for work, at 11:15am, we had a knock on the door. My Dad went outside the house and a minute later he came back in and yelled my name. I charged downstairs and he was carrying in abox. Mozzie was in it. He was already dead, and was pretty messy.
I took the box and carried him into the garden. He'd been hit by a car in the morning at around 9:30am, and the person had put up " Do you own a grey cat ? " notices up all over the place. It was 11:15am when we got him back. Until that time, we were oblivious.
I cleaned Mozzie up, which was probably one of the worst things I've had to do in my life, but I wanted him to look ok, so my mum could remember him like he was, and we buried him tonight.
I rescued him only 15 short months ago, from the hands of some boys, who had him by the tail and were whacking him up against cars. I know it's silly, but when I rescued him he had blood and dirt all over his face in exactly the same places. I cleaned him up then, so he could die in peice, but when I came back later he was alive, wobbly, but wandering around the office. This time when I came back from work, I was praying that he'd be up and wandering around, even though I knew it wasn't to be.
We are all devastated. I've never in my life seen my Dad cry so much, he could barely stand up as we buried our dear cat, and my Mum is in total denial, my brother is always very flippant about this sort of thing. A few tears and that's it. And then there's me, I'm in total disbelief, swinging between vomitting from the visions of how bad he looked, and sobbing tears every time I think I'm under control.
We are now catless. I would love to get another cat or two, as soon as possible, but my family need months of recovery. It's not easy to wait with such an aching void. In the meantime, I just want to say thank you all so much for your help, support, and guidance with Mozzie and all his weird ways.
Peace, Love, and Happiness, Always
Sonia
This is a picture of my dear Mozzie, during happier times. Give all your kitties an extra snuggle tonight. Life is so short and so very precious.
I took the box and carried him into the garden. He'd been hit by a car in the morning at around 9:30am, and the person had put up " Do you own a grey cat ? " notices up all over the place. It was 11:15am when we got him back. Until that time, we were oblivious.
I cleaned Mozzie up, which was probably one of the worst things I've had to do in my life, but I wanted him to look ok, so my mum could remember him like he was, and we buried him tonight.
I rescued him only 15 short months ago, from the hands of some boys, who had him by the tail and were whacking him up against cars. I know it's silly, but when I rescued him he had blood and dirt all over his face in exactly the same places. I cleaned him up then, so he could die in peice, but when I came back later he was alive, wobbly, but wandering around the office. This time when I came back from work, I was praying that he'd be up and wandering around, even though I knew it wasn't to be.
We are all devastated. I've never in my life seen my Dad cry so much, he could barely stand up as we buried our dear cat, and my Mum is in total denial, my brother is always very flippant about this sort of thing. A few tears and that's it. And then there's me, I'm in total disbelief, swinging between vomitting from the visions of how bad he looked, and sobbing tears every time I think I'm under control.
We are now catless. I would love to get another cat or two, as soon as possible, but my family need months of recovery. It's not easy to wait with such an aching void. In the meantime, I just want to say thank you all so much for your help, support, and guidance with Mozzie and all his weird ways.
Peace, Love, and Happiness, Always
Sonia
This is a picture of my dear Mozzie, during happier times. Give all your kitties an extra snuggle tonight. Life is so short and so very precious.
