As I type this post, I can barely see for the tears. Tonight, our kitty Claude was killed by a car.
I was getting worried because he normally comes running when he's called, but tonight he didn't so we went out to look for him. After a brief search, Pete found him. He wouldn't let me see him, but he says there's not much doubt he died quickly.
We adopted him from a shelter 10 years ago. He was one spoiled rotten cat, and we loved him. It's now twenty past one in the morning - I can't sleep. I keep turning over in my mind how I'm going to break the news to the children in the morning. They will be devastated.
Goodbye old friend. You will be sorely missed.