My cat, Atticus, was killed by a car this morning.
You know that horrific moment where everything is calm… I was in the bath, and the phone rings, and my mum answered cheerfully, then she pauses, and starts sobbing, “No, NO!” and your heart just freezes? And time slows down and you think, “Who was it?”
I guess… I guess I should be gratfeul it was just my cat, and not one of my relatives… but oh god… I can’t stop crying. Atticus. My mum is just broken, she is just…
I dread my little sister coming home. She is such a soft-hearted little sweetie, this will just… I don’t want to think about it.
My smoochy Atticus… you were always so friendly and trusting :( I’ll miss you, baby.