You know it's something I Have to say when for some reason I'm 2 paragraphs into and almost done with telling a story and for some reason blogger doesn't save it and I still am typing this out somehow again.
Last week Leo was hit by a suburban. Zack swore he couldn't hear as well but he otherwise seemed fine. Went to the vet. Got his vaccinations cause he's been outside a lot more lately since we got Nibbler the black kitten. I felt that we should be keeping him in at night because he wasn't young and agile like he used to be and was acting stupid in the road even in the daytime. But last night he went out like he always does. He's usually asleep on the porch most of the time he's outside.
This morning Zack woke up 20 minutes early and saw a ground hog in our side yard. Much like Alice he climbed down his loft bed and ran outside to see the adorable creature only to instead see our old man cat Leo had been run over right at the edge of mine and my neighbors property. Easily enough space for someone tdeclaw gone around him. I can't believe he wasn't fast enough to get away this time. This was at the opposite corner of the property from where the dead bird was.
Zack was hysterical and Kyle ran outside first. Saw Leo, and pushed me back inside. I tried to go back out but he really wouldn't let me. I'm over sensitive about normal shit. So he was mutilated. And my 11 year old saw. And I hate people who are so careless they run over animals. I can't tell you how many animals I've stopped for and swerved to avoid in my driving life but it's hundreds and it's not that fucking hard to pay attention while you're driving something that kills children or animals or old people if you don't pay
Attention.
I ran inside and grabbed a drink of water from the counter. Looked out through the Peace Lily through the sunny eastern window and saw my abuser standing at the mailbox pretending to get the mail (he gets the mail every day as soon as it comes) and watching my hysterically crying son and very upset husband clean up Leo from the road.
I'm thankful he died nearby and we aren't left always wondering what happened to him. Nibbles is never going to be an outside cat. She's also never getting declawed.
Rest In Peace Leo.
I yelled from the door because I couldn't see the cat being blocked by the one tree in my front yard that they were being watched. But I didn't dare run outside. What impeccable timing.
Until Next Time....
Love,
Jackie Lane
