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i lost rusty. it happened last night. he wasnt at home for ages. dave kept looking for him, didnt see him. needed to drive to uni for exam today. its in an hour and a half. two seconds in car and we see him on the side of the rode. i covered my face with my hands and the tears came faster than my brain registered. we just wanted to see him a bit later. we wanted him to be in someone else's yard playing but he wasnt. dave got out and got him. first time i have seen him cry. i didnt look at him as we took him to the house. but i saw from a quick glance his eyes were still open. a bit of blood on the side of his mouth. i got a brand new sheet from an unopended package i hadnt even used yet. he deserved nothing less, no used and disgusting rags. we wrapped him up. i am still doing the test becuase i want to get this fucking shit over and done with. i hate uni right now. i really hate a lot of things. i dont even know if the people who hit him were the ones who put him tot he side. whoever did i hope they gave a shit. rusty was fucking wicked. i HATE anyone who thinks when someone loses a pet that they should suck it up and act like it was just a "thats too bad" type of thing. you lose a family member! you fucking asshole pricks who dont give a shit know nothing. i cant stop crying. he was the best cat ever. better than anyone elses. i dont care if you disagree. he was loving, always friendly, playful, crazy and i loved him. he cared about us. he waited for us when we got home. just like a loyal dog. i want this shit to be over so we can go back and get him and bury him. i guess we are doing it at dave's house. i feel like shit. i loved rusty. he was mine.