I am too devastated to be writing this yet, but I need to tell that Pierre was run over late Monday night. He was less than a year old, a former feral who had been tame only about four months. He was the most beautiful and charming and delightful kitty – he was like a crown jewel. I almost worshipped him.I will write more about Pierre later, when I’m feeling less shattered. At left is a “labels” link to previous posts about Pierre.
On top of this pain, I feel guilt for exposing my kitties to the dangers of the street. But even when the price is this high, I do not regret the freedom and joy we have by living so much of our lives outdoors.
I don’t want this blog to be a sad read with stories of kitty suffering. I can’t bear to hear such tales, even if they have a happy ending. So my memories of Pierre will be positive and life-affirming.