Lost our Rocky yesterday
He was barely 5 years old but loved being outside. When we brought him home as a kitten, we were determined to keep him and his brother safe indoors. But, it quickly became apparent that he was going to lose his little mind if he didn't get some freedom from the inside world. He would meow non-stop and/or pee on our floors. He was neutered.
So, We started with just letting him have supervised walks outside in our yard but so many times he escaped past us only to come back an hour or two later. Eventually, we realized he needed that freedom permanently. Up until yesterday, he kept a regular schedule of coming in and out during the day and then returning at night to sleep inside. But, on Thursday night, I knew something was wrong. It was midnight and he hadn't returned. By 7am, yesterday, I thought the worst.
Unfortunately, I was right. Later that afternoon, a neighbor came by knocking on my door. She was holding his collar and asked me if I was missing a cat. She told me he was laying in her neighbors front yard, but looking peaceful. After looking at him (so fifficult), we determined he had been struck by a vehicle. We brought him back and decided to cremate him, just like our last cat, Chloe.
My boys, who are 11 and 15, are as devastated as I am. It has been a very rough 24 hours and it's hard to think of anything else. The initial shock is subsiding but the extreme sadness comes in waves like a punch to the stomach.
We miss our sweet friend so much. I just like to think we gave him the best life possible. He loved living recklessly and he was probably having a blast just before he died. I only wish I had a chance to say goodbye.
Look forward to seeing him again in the next phase of my life...