I woke up this morning knowing it was going to be a bad one when I knocked my drink off the bedside table and it went all over my back and bed, but I had no idea just how bad.
Hubby was loading the car up with things for the tip when a neighbour approached him asking him to come and check something. Next thing I know he has walked in with a big box. I asked what was in it and he told me Rosie (our cat). I thought he was messing and that he had caught her and put her in the box, but then I looked at him and he was crying. It was only then that I realised she was dead and in the box. She had been hit by a car and a neighbour who she often visited found her at 5.30am and looked after her till we were up and about.
Well, that was it. I was a mess. I haven't cried like it in a long time. I was shaking and almost sick. Hubby had to give me something to help calm me down.
I am now feeling like shite. I am shaking, having trouble keeping something down and just feel like my legs are made of paper.
She has been taken to the vet to be cremated and we are going to put a plaque in the garden.
We have 3 f her kittens so that helps but she was our first and that made her special in her own way. I have been over to say thank you and she was in tears again.
flare up from stress,... nice to see you.