I’m going to self indulge today, I hope you don’t mind.
Six months ago I wrote about the arrival of a new kitten due to one of the cats going missing, only for it to return and us ending up with four cats in total. In Lost And Found I wrote about how annoyed I got when we’d get a replacement cat because then it’s just another thing I’m going to get attached to only for it to eventually be torn away.
It’s with a heavy heart that I must say this has happened again. I woke up for work just like any other morning, started getting ready for work and took a look outside to see if it was snowing (it was snowing yesterday morning you see) but what I saw wasn’t snow; it was Jay laying in the road, his head surrounded by a pool of blood.
Must have happened between 6am – 6:25am as that’s when my mother left the house and when I looked out of the window. I threw my clothes on and rushed outside; he’d obviously just ran out into the road right in front of an incoming car, his poor little head caved under the pressure of the tire. I imagined him to have died instantly which is at least some comfort, at least he wasn’t hit and died alone writhing in pain.
Safe to say I was pretty shook up, I shakily pull out my phone and tell my mum what had happened while still kneeling in the middle of the road, she loves the cats more than I do; I told her I’d put him in a plastic bag and that she shouldn’t look inside it. I grabbed a bin bag and picked him up, his body was still warm. I placed him inside the bag and took him to the garage where my mum later took him to the vets to have him cremated.
His death has affected me probably more than any other animals has, I grew to love him quickly; he was such a playful cat, always running about the house, laying at the top of the stairs, chasing a laser pen, playing with my cousins two little girls. Definitely just an energy filled big ball of fluff. My cousin’s youngest has her own little chair and another one just for the cat to sit on next to her. I know they’ll be gutted when they find out.
Jay was just a little over 9 months old, didn’t even experience a full year of life; and in that time always cheered me up when I came home stressed from work and even laid by my side when I was ill a couple months ago. The house already feels empty without him, I noticed that while I was picking Jay up off the road my other cat Tyson was sat at the window watching me and when I got in from work today he was on my bed waiting to greet me; which he never does and hasn’t left my side since.
I think had he been run over elsewhere and we never saw him again it would have been an easier pill to swallow; I’d have just imagined he ran away. But to see him how he was before and how he ended up…
I keep looking out of the window and still seeing the dark stain on the road where the blood was this morning and my head keeps getting flashes of images of what he looked like. It’s the stuff that’s going to haunt me for a while.
Thankfully people at work left me alone today when they found out, apart from my manager who gave me a hug, which nearly brought me to tears. That’d have been good while trying to reset someones password over the phone. Luckily, even in these situations I’m ‘Ard and managed to fight it.
Just another reason why I never want pets when I eventually get my own place.
R.I.P Jay – Such a shame.