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thejerseyjenn (12/14/2012) [+]
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Feels, oh god the feels.
My cat Silvester died in September. I was the one who found his body in the middle of the road, skull crushed, just 2 houses away from home. I hadn't cried that hard in years. He was my cat since I was 10. He was with me through the time in my life where I was changing the most. And I knew that he would die first. But he was only 6, I always thought I had more time. That he would be the cat that would be there when I went to college, the cat that would be with me until my adult years. But that all ended when some guy wasn't paying attention to the road. The most amazing thing happened that day though. While I was standing in the middle of the road crying, a woman pulled over. She was moving so she had a small tarp in her trunk. She gave it to me but I was too upset to move so she picked up my cat, who wasn't even stiff yet so I was terrible to know that he was killed just an hour or so before I found him, and she gave him to me. I walked over to my house and buried him soon after. He was so freshly dead he was still bleeding and leaking brain fluids or something. When I went to take him from the tarp to the cloth I was going to bury him in I made "eye contact" ("" because he couldn't exactly see.) And I couldn't do it. He looked angry. And I just kept thinking about how it was my fault, if I locked the basement window he wouldn't have gotten out and wouldn't have gotten killed. Eventually a family friend moved him into the cloth and now he's rotting away 3 feet under in my backyard. I visit him sometimes. This is going to be my first Christmas without him. I got another cat because I couldn't stand the empty house but it's just not the same. It never will be will it?
< this is my favorite picture of him
My cat Silvester died in September. I was the one who found his body in the middle of the road, skull crushed, just 2 houses away from home. I hadn't cried that hard in years. He was my cat since I was 10. He was with me through the time in my life where I was changing the most. And I knew that he would die first. But he was only 6, I always thought I had more time. That he would be the cat that would be there when I went to college, the cat that would be with me until my adult years. But that all ended when some guy wasn't paying attention to the road. The most amazing thing happened that day though. While I was standing in the middle of the road crying, a woman pulled over. She was moving so she had a small tarp in her trunk. She gave it to me but I was too upset to move so she picked up my cat, who wasn't even stiff yet so I was terrible to know that he was killed just an hour or so before I found him, and she gave him to me. I walked over to my house and buried him soon after. He was so freshly dead he was still bleeding and leaking brain fluids or something. When I went to take him from the tarp to the cloth I was going to bury him in I made "eye contact" ("" because he couldn't exactly see.) And I couldn't do it. He looked angry. And I just kept thinking about how it was my fault, if I locked the basement window he wouldn't have gotten out and wouldn't have gotten killed. Eventually a family friend moved him into the cloth and now he's rotting away 3 feet under in my backyard. I visit him sometimes. This is going to be my first Christmas without him. I got another cat because I couldn't stand the empty house but it's just not the same. It never will be will it?
< this is my favorite picture of him
