I Feel Like A Part Of Me Has Died

Pepper, he was not even 4 years old. A gorgeous furry grey cat I had gotten from Amsterdam, Holland. He got run over by a car about 3 hours ago. The neighbour called me to check whether it was Pepper. It was. He was lying there; blood dripping behind his head, his tongue slightly hanging outside of his mouth. This incredible calm came over me as I instructed the lady to get a bag. She also brought some sort of shovel, but I took Pepper in my arms and placed him in the bag. I carried him inside the house and then out to the lobby. I called my twin sister who doesnt live here and thats when I allowed myself to cry. Ive burried him in the yard. Dad helped me. Dad wanted a place in the centre, because it was Pepper's domain. We dug a hole and we placed him inside. I am heartbroken. I feel like part of me is dead. When Pepper was 1 he fell from a 8 story balcony and survived. But he needed many surgeries and metal plates inside his body. Then I moved to the Caribbean and he loved it. He could run wild and chase the birds, come to me when he wanted to feel a soft bed, then run off again to play with his buddy Taco. We adopted Taco - who looks exactly like Garfield- and soon enough they were buddies. I cannot believe Pepper is gone. I managed to find this site somehow; am glad it excists. Pepper is gone. And I cant stop crying. He had a good life. We loved him so much and money was never an option when it came to making him happy. I miss him. I miss him! Oh my God, how am I going to get over this? Pepper, I will always love you.

Sasha