
No dinner for me just Greiving
My boy Tom was his by a car last night. Found him this morning and buried him while sobbing uncontrollably.
He was a working cat. Lived outside 9 months a year to do pest control for my livestock feed.
Had problems with mice and rats, and he did his job to perfection.
He was butter in my arms. So much personality. So much love.
This sucks. Dinner will be beer and cigarettes sitting with My boy.
Edit
Thank you everyone so much. I want to post a picture of him in the comments but it won't let me unless it's a GIF.
He was a grey tabby, about a year old.
He was born here and he died here. I'll hug his brother and mother extra tight for him tonight.