Sassy got hit by a car this weekend. I found her body when I was mowing the lawn Sunday. I felt horrible for Kaycee. I felt horrible for myself, having to tell Kaycee. I knew Kaycee would want to see Sassy one more time, so I put her (Sassy) in a box that was just the right size. I was afraid that Kaycee would come home while I was doing it. Putting a dead cat in a box (that is just the right size) is not always a delicate procedure. I took off the collar that Kaycee made. I knew Kaycee would want to keep it.
Kaycee was devastated when I told her. Children so young shouldn't have to experience regret with sadness. She said "If only I was home, it wouldn't have happened." Kaleb, being the little man that he is, only asked "Is she all bloody, or can we see her to pay our respects." I took the kids one-by-one out to the box to say goodbye.
I want to make Kaycee a little framed memorial to Sassy with the collar, a picture, some text, and maybe a sock1.
Sassy was a good cat. She is survived by her two sons, Tin(man) living with us and Tab living with Jennifer and family. She was give to Kaycee almost six years ago, a kitten, as a birthday present.
1Sassy had this habit of taking clothes from the laundry (usually socks) and carrying them around the house while making a "wrrraaarrr" sound. Every day I come home to relocated laundry. Kaycee initially called her "socks" because she had white on each foot, but we could have called her socks because of her love of them.