I'm not sure if this is the right place to post but I'm feeling very lost. Yesterday morning I went for my w9/r2, it was a beautiful sunny morning and the run went well. A couple of hours after posting on here, two policemen turned up at our house as they'd found our beautiful boy cat who'd been hit by a car and had passed away. I feel so absolutely devastated that I feel I just need to vent somewhere (apologies if this isn't the right place). He was a rescue boy that we took in about 18 months ago ironically after our other boy cat died in similar circumstances. He was so nervous when we took him in, only about 6 months old with a rubbish start to life but he grew into such a handsome and confident boy. It took a lot of patience and hard work to get him to that point and I felt so very proud of him as he was so courageous and became a family member so quickly. He was found on the lane where I go running so of course I'm now going through the whole guilt of if I'd gone at a different time things may not have turned out this way etc.
I'm due to do my graduation run tomorrrow but it's really the last thing I feel like doing. There's then another part of me that wants to do it in his memory as I feel like we've both been on a journey that was tough to begin with it but surprised us both at what we could achieve.
Apologies again if this is too public a place to post this but I feel like this forum is so supportive in many ways.