as you may have heard, im kinda depressed right now. i was happy and full of beans last night, before about 11:55 pm last night...
you see, my dad went out to drop my brother michael back home. my cat peg was trying to go under my bed so i grabbed her and threw her out. when dad came back down the driveway... he ran her over and killed her.
anyone who doesnt understand how that's possible:
1. our driveway is on a downwards slope towards our house and is only about 10m long. maybe 15.
2.peg is... sorry, was... around 19 years old, and is completely deaf.
3. she had taken to sleeping in the middle of the driveway for some strange reason.
4. it was night time and there isnt really much of a view of whats underneath you in our 4wd...
i was in nicks room seeing what he was up to, when dad came in and told us she was dead. when i went outside... she looked awful. there was blood all over the driveway, and peg was just lieing there, with blood pouring from her mouth. she had no other visible injuries...
we decided that we should bury her that night rather then leave it till the morning. mum didnt want to see her in that state. we dug a hole in one of her favourite spots out the front, and buried her there. nick had to hose the blood off the driveway.
so now you see why im depressed. ive known that old cat my entire life. she was older then me. and now she's gone, never to come back. but you know, she was gonna die sooner or later, and i think she knew it because she kept finding dark places to sleep.
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