I had a horrendous phone call this morning.... One of the ladies from the vets where I take the cats rang at about 7.30. She told me that there was a small cat runover on the road at the end of our drive. I was so shocked, I went down in my PJs but I couldn't see anything. Then it occurred to me that Hubby had left and come back earlier when he went to work. I rang him and he confirmed that it was my Rosie and he had bought her up and buried her with Lagwagon. I am so devastated, I am bawling my eyes out while I type, I can't even look at the other cat Millie. Rosie was awesome and I will miss her loads :( Really sad that she didn't even reach 1 year old.
EDITED TO ADD - I am a little calmer now, although still really sad. She was my favourite of our 2 cats and very much my cat. Not very friendly towards anyone else but me and she would often come in an snuggle up with me when I was watching TV at night. I will miss her slinky, streamlined little body wrapping herself around my legs while I hang out the washing, also her silly little foot fetish but mostly just her. Hubby thought it would have definitely been instant so I guess that is something. I am glad I didn't find her, that would have been too hard to deal with I think.