It's been a rough few days. My little cat, Hobbes, was hit by a car on friday morning. He died instantly. The woman who hit him had the wonderful heart to knock on my door and tell me. I went and scooped him up and wrapped him in a towel and placed his body in a basket and left him on my front steps for an hour or so until the kids woke up.
I was so nervous. So scared. Having to deal with this all by myself. But i did.
I told the kids right away and they cried for awhile and we talked a bit about death and all those questions. I asked them what they wanted to do with him and if they wanted to see him. They were stoic and graceful and brave. We found a perfect spot at the back of the yard, under the shade of the trees and amidst the blossoming snowdrops. I dug a hole and got the boys to collect a pile of bricks while the girls transplanted some more flowers nearby.
Then i picked up Hobbes's broken body in the towel and asked them if they were sure they wanted to see him, not really sure i did, warned them that there was blood. They wanted to. I opened the towel and we all cried and pet him and gave him kisses. It wasn't frightening or scary. It was sad and beautiful and we all felt better to say goodbye.
We buried him shortly after. Piling leaves and flowers on top of him and making a circle of bricks around him. We can see him from the kitchen window. The spring sun shining on his flowers. We miss him very much.
Posted by Jess at 08:06 PM Permalink
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I'm so sorry about your cat. Sounds like you handled it just right. Sending you positive thoughts.
Posted by Maia | March 4, 2008 08:25 PM