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My cat Pip
Feb. 13th, 2007 04:22 pmJuly 2005 - 13th February 2007.
He wasn't here for breakfast. Nothing unusual: he'd discovered the mice in the barn up the hill (and we were pleased to see, got there and back by way of the field, not the road.) When Diane went out an hour ago she found him dead by the roadside.
He was wet and muddy, but not messed up. A car had clipped his head. There was a bit of damage. It must have been as near instant as I'd wish for myself. I covered his face. I cleaned and dried his fur. Diane brought the other cats out to see him so they'd know. I dug his grave beside Kasha and Lilith and Bubble. It was raining. He doesn't mind the rain now. I left him to sleep.
He was a good cat. He was my friend. He's gone.
He wasn't here for breakfast. Nothing unusual: he'd discovered the mice in the barn up the hill (and we were pleased to see, got there and back by way of the field, not the road.) When Diane went out an hour ago she found him dead by the roadside.
He was wet and muddy, but not messed up. A car had clipped his head. There was a bit of damage. It must have been as near instant as I'd wish for myself. I covered his face. I cleaned and dried his fur. Diane brought the other cats out to see him so they'd know. I dug his grave beside Kasha and Lilith and Bubble. It was raining. He doesn't mind the rain now. I left him to sleep.
He was a good cat. He was my friend. He's gone.
