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The older gent across the street came over to chat. Apparently, Pink was hit sometime before he got back to his home, say... no later than 5pm. A nice woman had stopped to move the body out of the street. With that timeline, my cat probably died on impact. I was asleep, inside. *sigh*
Neither of us had ever, ever seen her in the street. Pink generally stayed to the lawns, and sometimes on the sidewalk. He reminisced about watching her chase squirrels. She was strangely good at that for a cat, much less a blind cat. I tried to take pictures a few times, but I'm not good at action photography.
Anyway, I appreciated that he stopped by. Somehow, it's easier, knowing.
Neither of us had ever, ever seen her in the street. Pink generally stayed to the lawns, and sometimes on the sidewalk. He reminisced about watching her chase squirrels. She was strangely good at that for a cat, much less a blind cat. I tried to take pictures a few times, but I'm not good at action photography.
Anyway, I appreciated that he stopped by. Somehow, it's easier, knowing.