I thought I would never have to post this topic again, considering the last time I had to on the sad occasion that my cat, Dylan, died in May 2015.
Arguably, this death is much more painful for the reasons I will highlight. Our eldest, Troy, who was 14 in July, was struck by a car yesterday evening at around 4:30 pm. It was a complete shock, not least because he had always been wary of roads - he was the last cat I would have expected this to happen to. He had seen another cat however and as he was rather territorial, decided to chase it away. This led to him running out in the road, and being struck by a car. The driver of the car stopped and got out, and said that he was very sorry for what had happened. Apparently he was dead pretty quickly.
We got him in July 2003, when I was just 9 years of age and we had seen each other through our formative years. I miss him terribly. He had seemed fine until recently, although he seemed to have slowed down a bit in his senior years. Him running out in the road like that seems completely out of character for him, but perhaps I contribute this to his older age and perhaps not being 'on the ball' as he used to be. I had not seem him at all that day, as I had a meeting that afternoon at 3 pm. I had decided to get a train in, rather than drive, as I had injured my hand, however I was delayed getting the train home by about half-an-hour. If I had of driven, I could have arrived at home about half-an-hour earlier, possibly at the time in which the incident occurred. My arrival maybe could have even prevented it - but sadly, now, we will never know. He will be missed by many.
Arguably, this death is much more painful for the reasons I will highlight. Our eldest, Troy, who was 14 in July, was struck by a car yesterday evening at around 4:30 pm. It was a complete shock, not least because he had always been wary of roads - he was the last cat I would have expected this to happen to. He had seen another cat however and as he was rather territorial, decided to chase it away. This led to him running out in the road, and being struck by a car. The driver of the car stopped and got out, and said that he was very sorry for what had happened. Apparently he was dead pretty quickly.
We got him in July 2003, when I was just 9 years of age and we had seen each other through our formative years. I miss him terribly. He had seemed fine until recently, although he seemed to have slowed down a bit in his senior years. Him running out in the road like that seems completely out of character for him, but perhaps I contribute this to his older age and perhaps not being 'on the ball' as he used to be. I had not seem him at all that day, as I had a meeting that afternoon at 3 pm. I had decided to get a train in, rather than drive, as I had injured my hand, however I was delayed getting the train home by about half-an-hour. If I had of driven, I could have arrived at home about half-an-hour earlier, possibly at the time in which the incident occurred. My arrival maybe could have even prevented it - but sadly, now, we will never know. He will be missed by many.