This morning was like any Sunday morning, relaxing, sleeping in ... it's my "Saturday" and both cats, wanted their breakfast and petting time..then Trouble, the big grey tabby that I have a picture of in my photo section - was outside chilling and watching the world go by like he has done every day for the past 5 1/2 years I had him.
I puttered around the house, Pumpkin, my little tiny calico hanging out with me and then I checked on Trouble who was sitting on the sidewalk in the shade. He was a neighborhood favorite - he greeted everyone, people would stop and point out at the 32 pound friendly cat sitting there....he was quite the celebrity...
Then an hour goes by, I'm getting ready to head back down 60 miles south to San Diego to hang with Ellen, my oldest friend since 6th grade! Her beloved dog, Sabbath, just got diagnozed with stage 4 cancer and not much time left for him, so her I was coming down to cheer her up and now we're cheering each other up.
A bang on my front door, and neighbors from down the street were frantic for me to come look just feet away from my front door to the sidewalk on other side of hedge where Trouble lay dead. There were tiremarks up on the sidewalk, he was just off to the side of the neighbor's drive way but some one went up on the curb and ran him over.
My neighbors were crying, they loved that cat and he was their highlight of their morning walks because of how sweet and friendly he was.
I miss him so much! He was a big part of my life with unconditional love and affection, always there to put a smile on my face when home from work and cuddling when I slept... poor Pumpkin has never been alone and she's wondering where he is.
Yes,he was just a cat, but he was my cat.
