This Sunday didn't start as a bad one, although I've been having a weird feeling all week... It soon turned into an awful day that I want to forget as soon as possible.... Our kitty was just found dead....
That's him playing with a log a couple of nights ago... I can't believe we've lost him.
George went for a walk with Billy (our dog) and when he came back I knew something terribly wrong had happened. He was pale and told me the bad news. He saw Cartman dead in the middle of the street, hit by a car.... Cartman was the kitty's name as you have guessed: he was the only male in the pack, the youngest, funniest and the one we both raised from a stray kitty.
His life was short, but full of happy moments. He was a fighter and that was established as soon as he ran out of a garbage bin and followed George and Billy home! Animals have such an instinct for good people. And he found good people and a good company and he lived his short life with us....
And now we have to go on like nothing big happened and to live knowing that he won't be sleeping on his pillow, he's not gonna play finger-football again (he would grab our hands and kick with his back feet... awesome!), he's not gonna stalk us again when we open the door and he's not gonna talk to us again... (yeah... he was a talking cat!). We also have to live knowing that in this country nobody gets punished for driving with over 90 km/hour in a quiet narrow street resulting dead cats or kids..... and causing all that pain to others...
We' ve both been crying for a while... so I guess this post is for closure and I'm sorry I'm blackening yet another weekend...
So long little fellow.
Rest in peace. We loved you a lot...
Thanks for loving us back no matter what....
George+Dimitra
+Billy+Dina+Sporitsa (the rest of our family)