
Last night as usual before sleep, I called both my cats DD and XX come home and locked up the door. But the small one never returned home. We thought she just roamed around the neighbourhood, or like usual, maybe she was too occupied with her roaches/lizards hunting.
In the middle of the night, while I was still in my sleep, my husband felt something amiss so he went out on searching the neighbourhood lanes again. He later came home and woke me up, to the greatest horror of I could anticipate, he said we've lost XX. She was knocked down by vehicle and lying on the street. Head almost crashed, eyes popped out.
He brought XX's body back to our garden and dug her grave. Looking at XX's stiffened body I knew she was already dead for few hours. I regretted so much that if we have searched for her fast enough, if we would have searched the back street where she got knocked down, would it change what had happened? Would it save her from this tragic death? I was crying unstoppably when I looked at my beloved cat's body. Her body covered with blood and head injured seriously. I cried and caressed her, she was cold.
I could not sleep the whole night, memories shared with XX keep flashing in my dream. I dreamed of the days she spent with me in the kitchen, in the living room, in the garden. I dreamed of her climbing up her jasmine plant chewing on the jasmine leaves. She looked so cute.
I woke up and slept, woke up and slept, tossed and turned and never slept well, hoping it was just a dream but no. In the morning I called off to work and I was still sobbing, mourning.
XX my love, you'll be sorely missed. My love I still owe you an apology yesterday, DD ate the crackers but I thought it was you and I whacked you, I'm so sorry and you may never hear it from me forever. I'm so sorry my love XX.
May you rest in peace.