We moved into our new place and a couple of months later he was run over by a car.
I just came from grocery shopping. Robert was gone for the evening and was sleeping at the pad. And tigger ran out. Since we had moved in I had been hesitant about letting the cats out because I was nervous they would get lost.
That evening while watching tv and having a bowl of ice cream. I heard cars screeching. I thought nothing of it at the time.
By the next morning Tigger had not returned. I had searched frantically for him all morning. At around 12, the vet called me and said someone found my cat. Did he gave a red colour? He was dead. They gave me a number to call. Some person had seen the accident and had brought tigger home.
I ran upstairs to David and asked for him to call and verify. I just could not face calling someone to ask if it was really tigger.
David held me while I sobbed until Robert came home and took me in his arms for the next 2 days.
We slept in eachothers arms. We took walks. We cried. We walked the street looking for any trace of where it happened.
I know that night. I heard him die. I wish I would have gone to look. Maybe I could have held him in my arms while he took his last breath.
That day when we got the news. We went to go pick him up. I still remember exactly where it was.
He was in a box. We knelt down on the ground and touched his soft fur and whispered sweet nothing's into his ear. He was so stiff. But he looked like he just taking a cat nap in the sun.
To play tribute to my dead sweet cat, we went strawberry picking the next day. Today I will eat a strawberry in his memory.
I miss you tigger.
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