We had a lot of running around to do today, as we’re gearing up for our big Birthday Bash on Saturday. As I pulled up to our driveway, I slowed down to get the mail. And there, at the top of the driveway, was Hunter. She wasn’t moving, and her tongue was sticking out of her mouth. There was a puddle of blood surrounding her head.
I don’t know how long she had been lying there. All I know is that someone hit her and left. Where she was lying, though, it looked like they had intentionally swerved into our driveway just to hit her. I don’t know that for sure, and I’ll never know.
Gene was in the house sleeping. I had Ashley run down the driveway and wake him up. He came up, and told me he’d take care of everything. He went next door and borrowed my Uncle’s shovel. We sent the kids in the house, and we dug a hole and buried her.
The cat drove me crazy. She was an indoor/outdoor cat, and she would always be right under your feet. She’d love on you all day long if you’d let her. And now she’s gone. I’m so glad her kittens are old enough to be on their own now, but my heart is heavy thinking that the same thing could happen to one of them.
The kids don’t get it. The boys think Hunter was hurt, but don’t realize that she won’t be waking up. Lucy was asleep when we got home, so she doesn’t know what happened at all. It’s probably better this way. We still haven’t really talked about the fact that Killer is gone too. SIGH. I just got over that and now this. Not what I wanted to come home today.
Goodbye, Hunter. I am going to miss you so much. You were the best cat, and I just adored you. Thank you for the smiles, the kisses, and for all the leg rubs. You will be missed. I promise to take good care of your babies.