Rocky the cat and his brother Frazier came to live with me in March 2012. He was such a special cat, and was always getting into mischief. He would jump on my pillow at night and chirp at me until i played with him, he was always "happy" and wanted affection.
Last week he went missing. I thought maybe someone had taken him in, he was a skinny cat and people sometimes thought he was a stray. 3 days after he went missing, he jumped on my bed in the middle of the night - when i looked at him, he was in a horrible state - his eyes infected, mud in his fur, his mouth bleeding. He could barely walk, and didnt even have the strength to miaow. I rushed him straight to the vet where they said he'd been hit by a car, he had so many things wrong with him: his jaw had been competely smashed, he had blood poisoning, there were fly lavae in his mouth, his teeth had been knocked out, his tail was broken. Given the extent of the infections, he had been hit a few days previously. Even is they could have treated all of the infections it would have been impossible to repair his jaw, and so he had to be put to sleep.
Despite him only having been with me for 7 months, i feel like a part of me has died with him. The idea of him sitting somewhere with all of these injuries for 3 days is so hard to manage. His brother keeps miaowing at me, and is missing his playmate. It feels so unfair that he was taken from me - he was only 9 months old