Only the pet lovers will appreciate this but after i came home from the Ellesmere port show i found a note through our door.
Baiscally it was from the woman in the flat downstairs saying that someone had knocked down my little Cat Chloe, earlier in the afternoon and left her on her doorstep. She knocked for us but we werent in and didnt know waht to do so left her there. She was obviously dead and nothing the woman could have done.
So, i had to make that sickening effort to go and collect my baby and put her in the box i had dug out. Shes currently in our spare room, almost like she could just get up out of the box like nothing happened. I feel sick. I havent stopped crying on and off for the last few hours. Simple things like the fact she slept on my legs at night has me dreading going to bed, even though im exhuasted, as i know i'll wake up in the night, wonder where she is and then it will hit me all over again. I know its a greiving process, and she was 'only' a cat, but she was my little baby, only 3 years old and full of cheeky spirit but the grief feels so raw right now.
I think we are going to take her to the vets in the morning to arrange getting her cremated.
We ahve another cat, a boy, whose a few years older. Hes more independent but he knows something is wrong. Ive already told my wife that we are not getting another cat. Im too soft to have a cat. I worry too much about them and things like this happening.