Boy died this morning. I didn't see him get hit by the car, but I did see his orange fuzzy body lying motionless in the road at the end of our driveway.

AJ went out in barefeet and scooped him up. I stood at the kitchen window, sobbing.

I knew we would eventually lose a cat to the highway. I didn't think it would be Boy. He seemed quite afraid of the cars and trucks that whizzed by, and I naively took that as a sign that he would stay away from the road.


I feel sad, angry and guilty. I will miss the way Boy followed Molly around (he went with AJ and Molly to go star-gazing in the field just a few nights ago). I'll miss his lovefests with Willow the Scaredy Dog. I'm disappointed that I won't get to see his first experience with snow, and I won't get to see his kitty footprints on the windshield anymore. I'll remember the way he scooted into the van whenever I was clipping Alden in, and once almost went with us to the grocery store. I'll always wish I had let him into the basement last night. I wish the person who hit him would have stopped to acknowledge him. I'll miss his big purr and yowly meow. I'll miss his orange, soft fur and glowing yellow green eyes.

Goodbye, Orange Boy. We'll miss you!