About two weeks ago, I came home one evening to find that my baby cat had been hit by a car and died. We live on a dead end street that only has seven houses on it, so there is very little traffic. It had to be one of my neighbors, but of course they all denied it.
I don't know how to explain how important this cat was to me. A couple of years ago, I was very, very sick. There were lots of days I couldn't even get out of bed. She just curled up beside me and was always there for me. I lost my job and had to go on disability. She was the only one in my life who was never critical and never expected more than I could do. She was the only one who truly loved me just the way I was.
Because of financial reasons, I had to move to a new town to live with a friend. He's the only person I really know here. He and my cat were all I had. And now she's gone.
I am so alone and I miss her so much. It's been two weeks, and I cry every day. I can't sleep because she always slept with me and now I can't sleep without her. I loved her and she loved me and I need her so much.
Magdalene