We Miss You Buddy

Unfortunately, we had a death in the family this week. A car hit one of our cats. Below you will find my wife, Elizabeth, recounting her last memories of a beloved pet.

I feel so horrible. On the one hand we took very good care of him, but I feel so guilty about making him live outside despite my grave misgivings about it. He was a great cat and when the vet called us back tonight he was upset to hear of Buddy's death. He was a very popular patron there.

I must say that my last memory of him was quite comical. As Cassie and I left on Monday afternoon, Cassie wanted to pet him goodbye. As she went to do so - he peed right into a {land}crab's hole! I laughed as he scratched dirt into the hole and he looked at me with his impish cat grin. I think that's a darn good way to remember him.

Any advice on how to deal with the pain? I haven't lost a pet in a long time and this one is surprisingly painful. I am glad that Cassie's too young to ask questions about this. I thought that you might have some wise words.