06-18-2009, 08:32 PM
So I wake up today, and my mum comes upstairs and asks me if Leo is in my room (Leo's my cat), I say no, then she asks me if Leo has a black collar, and I say yes, him and Ollie, another of our cats. Well she grimaces and walks away before I get the chance to ask her what's going on. This is exactly what I need first thing when I wake up, now I'm freaking out cause I KNOW somethings up, I get up to go ask her what's happening when I notice Leo sitting on a wall outside, which was a major fucking relief.
My youngest sister comes up a few minutes later, crying, I'm like okay so what the hell is going on, and she says that a cat had been run over just down the street, and they think it's Ollie. My dad goes to check, comes back with Ollies collar asks if it is his collar, I say yes, and well that's that.
We had had him for about 4 years, one day he just showed up as a malnurished kitten, eating the food I had put out for our cats, and sneaking into our house. At first we were gonna give him away, but the longer he stayed with us we just ended up keeping him as our own. He was always a bit of an outsider, the other two cats didn't like him, but he was very affectionate. Just last night I remember seeing him, giving him a stroke, it's strange to think that's the last time I will see him. It didn't really hit me until I saw his collar, with the little bell on it crushed and broken, feel choked up just thinking about it.
As bad as it is to say, I am quite relieved it was him and not Leo, cause that would have been unbearable for me, but still I'm gonna miss him. I feel sad that other people in my family don't seem that upset, I don't know what I want, for everyone to be inconsoleable and distraught... idk, I just feel like Ollie deserved more. It's all just fucking depressing.
My youngest sister comes up a few minutes later, crying, I'm like okay so what the hell is going on, and she says that a cat had been run over just down the street, and they think it's Ollie. My dad goes to check, comes back with Ollies collar asks if it is his collar, I say yes, and well that's that.
We had had him for about 4 years, one day he just showed up as a malnurished kitten, eating the food I had put out for our cats, and sneaking into our house. At first we were gonna give him away, but the longer he stayed with us we just ended up keeping him as our own. He was always a bit of an outsider, the other two cats didn't like him, but he was very affectionate. Just last night I remember seeing him, giving him a stroke, it's strange to think that's the last time I will see him. It didn't really hit me until I saw his collar, with the little bell on it crushed and broken, feel choked up just thinking about it.
As bad as it is to say, I am quite relieved it was him and not Leo, cause that would have been unbearable for me, but still I'm gonna miss him. I feel sad that other people in my family don't seem that upset, I don't know what I want, for everyone to be inconsoleable and distraught... idk, I just feel like Ollie deserved more. It's all just fucking depressing.