Killer is gone, and all of my kids and I are so upset. Hubby accidentally blew Killer up. It was an accident, but we’re all just heartbroken.
Let me explain. My husband really is not in the habit of blowing up cats. I promise. My husband is the most loving person on earth, and even when it comes to animals, he has such a tender heart.
Killer is an outdoor cat. I let him come in whenever it got cold outside, because I couldn’t stand the thought of him freezing out there. When he’s outside, his favorite place to be is up in the wheel wells of my Expedition or up in hubby’s truck’s engine. Usually the second the door to the house opens, Killer runs in. The other night, hubby walked out the door for work, and Killer didn’t come. (Can you see where this is going?) Hubby figured Killer was off in the pasture with the cows, and thought nothing of it. Until he turned the key in his truck and heard the most awful sound.
I haven’t told the kids yet. I have no idea how to tell them what happened. Ashley knows, but we just change the subject when the boys bring up Killer. I know we need to tell them eventually, but how do you tell them that Daddy blew up the cat. UGH.
It has been a rough week around here. I am looking forward to our much-needed getaway to Ohio next week. I definitely need it.