Today as I was getting in my car to go to work
a gentleman temporairly renting the house across from us
(we live in a tourist area)
stopped me and asked
if it was our cat
that got hit two weeks ago...
the same time Cocoa Puff went MIA...
(he's that beautiful boy on the right...)
as I described him through more and more tears
he kept nodding his head in the affirmative
fending off tears of his own.
My boy is gone-as is Moe's best bud.
As much as it hurts, I am grateful for him telling me.
I can stop calling and looking...
and causing more pain and confusion for poor Moe.
It's truly a sad day in OKI.
I have some nice photos of the both of them
taken not too long ago--weeks in fact
to remember him by.
We gave him a good life--
and I am trying to take comfort in that.
It's been a painful day--
and I may take a few before I am back...
happy stamping and scrapping.