Tonight our hearts are broken. Our beloved kitty, Puppy, was hit by a car and instantly killed. I don't think I've cried this much in a really long time. I'm surprised that there is still moisture left to come out my eyes.
I know a lot of people think it's dumb to cry over animals, but this one was different. Puppy and his brother Roy came to us feral. We spent a lot of time and effort helping them to become tame. We couldn't help but love them both with all our hearts because we put so much of our hearts into them.
They have/had become a part of our family.
Puppy would follow me to the mailbox every day. He came running when I called his name. He loved to play with Phoebe in the front yard as she marched around with a long string hanging down for him to chase. He loved to lick. I'll always remember his love to lick with his warm sandpaper tongue. Anywhere I went, he came with me. He stayed in the garage and watched me the whole month I spent building the pallet bookshelf. He would always walk over and lie down on the wood I was working on, which meant it was time to give him attention. There is so much more I could write, but I don't want to bore you.
We had a little funeral for him today. We wrapped his body in a towel and layed him in his grave. We all tearfully said goodbye and bawled our eyes out as phoebe put her valentine in the grave with him. Phoebe's valentine is a picture of her and Puppy .
As for Roy, I don't really know what to say. We brought him over to Puppy before we buried him. He sniffed him and then went crazy, as Roy tends to do, and ran off. He seems to be bored and yet super skittish... more so than normal. I know he must miss his best friend terribly.
There will never be another kitty like Puppy. He was one in a million. We loved him with all our hearts, and we will miss him until we meet again. I'm sure we will see him again. I know that Puppy and our baby are watching over us together and I can just picture them up there having fun.