Rip Tank, The Most Beautiful, Gentle, Generous Friend Options

[MylorMum]

On Sunday night my son's gorgeous Maine Coon Tank was hit by a car. He managed to drag himself back home and call out to us that he was hurt. I don't know how he did this, as the vet said he had catastrophic injuries. My son, who is 12, came with me and Tank to the vet, who immediately told us that he had been hit by a car. He called us again about two hours later to say Tank had died.
My son has had Tank from when he was a tiny kitten - 8 years ago. He was the runt of the litter, a tiny ginger fluff ball who grew up into a characterful gentleman. He was handsome, playful, funny, hugely vocal, a big presence in the family. Our son is devastated. I am devastated. I can't think of anything to say to make things better. We also have another cat who is now looking for Tank and will, I am sure, be grieving too.
It all makes me wonder why I have pets. Every time we lose one I feel as if my guts have been ripped out and now my son is going through the same pain.
Does anyone have any words of comfort I could pass on to my son please?

Many thanks everyone.
I am trying to post a photo of Tank as a kitten, not sure I have done it correctly though.

[Scarlett's M...]

I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. Its the hardest thing, grieving for our pets. They bring so much joy into our lives and when they are gone the void is devastating. In trying to help your son navigate through the grief process it may be helpful to let him know that Tank will always be around. That all he has to do is look up to the sky and Tank will be there. I remember finding that comforting when I was a child dealing with grief.

I will keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers.

On Sunday night my son's gorgeous Maine Coon Tank was hit by a car. He managed to drag himself back home and call out to us that he was hurt. I don't know how he did this, as the vet said he had catastrophic injuries. My son, who is 12, came with me and Tank to the vet, who immediately told us that he had been hit by a car. He called us again about two hours later to say Tank had died.
My son has had Tank from when he was a tiny kitten - 8 years ago. He was the runt of the litter, a tiny ginger fluff ball who grew up into a characterful gentleman. He was handsome, playful, funny, hugely vocal, a big presence in the family. Our son is devastated. I am devastated. I can't think of anything to say to make things better. We also have another cat who is now looking for Tank and will, I am sure, be grieving too.
It all makes me wonder why I have pets. Every time we lose one I feel as if my guts have been ripped out and now my son is going through the same pain.
Does anyone have any words of comfort I could pass on to my son please?

Many thanks everyone.
I am trying to post a photo of Tank as a kitten, not sure I have done it correctly though.