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I was doing my nightly ruitine. I walked through the house looking for her. So I assumed she was outside (she's not suppossed to go out there) I took Macy (my dog) out with me- because she always pounces macy then runs inside. No pouncing... I called and called... no cat... I went closer to the road just to make sure my worst thought wasn't true. Straight in front of me.. my baby. My baby in the road lying down. Dead? I ran to her and scooped her up. Limp. No movement, if she was alive when I picked her up she must have been 99% dead. I started screaming "NO" over and over with out even realizing it. I heard from in my house "Oh god.. it cant be" Moose. Moosey. Alice. Kitty-schnookums. My child. My baby. She kept me alive when no one else could. She loved me, and I loved her. She had so much personality for a cat. She was only 7 months old but I felt like I'd known her forever. It hurts. I can't believe this. I keep slapping and pinching myself to see if I'm asleep. I want to wake up. If I'm not sleeping then maybe she'll just wake up.. I wish it could happen...
This hurts worse than any death I've ever experienced. I can't believe she's dead.
RIP Alice...
This hurts worse than any death I've ever experienced. I can't believe she's dead.
RIP Alice...