I need to take a weight off my heart and I know that this wonderful community can understand me.

One of my cats was hit by a car and died. He was a stray cat who one day last Spring had appeared in my garden in deplorable conditions - very thin, dirty and with a bad eye infection. I took him to the veterinary clinic, they hospitalized him for 2 weeks and when I went to pick him he was another cat! They had to remove his eye, but he had a sweet, funny face, had put on weight and his fur was nice and shiny. One of the vets told me that this cat was adorable, he was quiet, well-behaved, poised, and she had called him "British". Actually he turned out to be a super sweet cat and I was happy to have him.

I am heartbroken. And I curse myself for my habit of never taking pictures.