We were on our way out of the house to pick up some parcels from the Post Office when we saw him. He was surrounded by a small group of people and still moving a bit, but when Ms T and I reached him I knew instinctively he was no longer with us. People said a silver car had hit him and not stopped, naturally.
Losing a cat is not straightforward; this is the second time it has happened to us in five years, and in the same place. I blame myself; a roving cat is always at risk when people drive so poorly and at such speeds. Perhaps having one is selfish. On the other hand the other two only go as far as the garden.
I'll miss him, though he could be a little sod. The mood in this house will be a little flat this Christmas.
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