Our Little Banana
This just happened this morning about 12 hours ago and it is also so fresh and awful still. My mother had this beautiful outdoor stray cat, white and orange cream colored which we called Banana. He was always so afraid and never let anyone touch him until recently. He was starting to gain trust. This morning i woke to my mother crying; someone hit Banana with their car and left him (or he crawled) in the bushes across the street. She found him with blood dropping from his mouth and nose; internal injuries. I didn't see him myself but the pain of hearing this is so awful - and he wasn't even really ours! He was just some poor stray guy who didn't have a chance.
I feel so bad because I was joking yesterday when I fed him and told him "I don't think you're as cute as everybody else does", Iknow they're just words but they hurt and I hope he didn't understand. I miss him and it just makes me realize how much it is going to hurt when I lose my beautiful Italian Greyhounds one day. Why does it hurt so much when pets die? And why don't people look where they're going when they drive? I just beg God that he did not suffer but i am worried he may have felt pain. RIP Banana... Go to the bridge <3