On Friday morning I recieved a message from my neice tomsay thatmon pmassing my house on her way to work she saw what she thought was my cat laying on the grass verge, apparently dead. I looked out of my bedroom window to see exactly that sight, in a bit of a panic I quickly ran downstairs and out into the street. Seeing my cat like that tore at my heart, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do, I went back into the housenin a bit of a daze and got a few bags to place him in. Back out on the street I just stood looking at him, so wanting to give him a cuddle but afraid of touching him or moving him as I wasn’t sure of his injuries, I don’t do blood and gore. Fourtanetly my cousin pulled up in his car and although he, like me, was in a bit of shock and reluctant to move Prince I knew I had to, Little legs had to walk past that spot to school and I just couldn’t leave m there until the council came to bag his remains up. So, with a deep breath we gently placed the bag over and skid it under until my Prince was in the bag, Thats when the tears started, we placed him in a box and in the house.
I took Little legs to school and it was only whne I got back that I realised just how difficult it was to find out what to do with a dead pet. I ended uo taking him to the local vets for cremation.
I hadn’t quite realised how much that little devil had come to mean to me and he is sorely missed. I haven’t told Little legs yet as she was at her other Nans for the weekend, not something I am looking forward to.
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