Today, my eldest kitty was hit by a car. She died on impact. The car didn’t stop, but the neighbours across the road saw it, wrapped her, and brought her to me.
I’ve had Mishka for 11 years, the longest I have had a pet for since my childhood. She’s been a faithful companion, a constant presence and I miss her. I miss her desperately. I see her ghost outside every window and door tonight. Her quiet presence hasn’t left the building just yet.
It’s three years (and four days) since I lost my last cat, Mojo, and tomorrow we will dig Mishka’s grave next to his. They can rest in peace together.