Hi everyone,
On Sunday am 11/6 my son told me his friend saw my beloved cat Izzy get hit by a car in front of my house the night before. He said they saw Izzy run away & looked for her for awhile,but when they couldn't find her they assumed she was okay. Well, upon hearing this I freaked because I hadn't seen her since the previous afternoon. I ran outside and started calling her name, going all around the house and into other people's back yards. To make a long story short, I found her dead. I was hysterical. My heart is broken. I keep playing over and over in my mind that she was laying across the street dying in my neighbors backyard all night waiting for me to come and help her. I keep thinking that if only these teenagers had told me, maybe I could have saved her. I am grief-stricken.
Everyone, upon hearing of my loss asks how my kids (ages 15 & 8 yrs) are doing. They seem to be fine and accepting of this tragic loss but I am devastated. I've been crying for a week. I'm suffering from anxiety and don't even want to be home. I loved that cat so much. I have 2 others, but Izzy held a very special place in my heart. She was so sweet and affectionate. I am so angry ,so sad,and so guilty.
Thanks for listening..
Anna