Feeling totally gutted.
RIP dear little Mojo.
You were such an old soul with such a trusting nature, you deserved far better, you deserved far more.
Though you were not mine, I loved you dearly and we did all we could.
Your blood curdling scream will haunt me 'til the end of my days.
I hope you will wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge, for I will surely claim you, (in death as I could not in life), along with all my own fur babies that have gone before.
You were loved, you were wanted and you will be sorely missed by everyone who was ever graced with your presence.
In fact, for the last two years, they frequently just went away and left him, to the point of rarely being at home at all, knowing that we would feed him and look after him, but he wouldn't stay inside.
Everyone in the street knew little Mojo and I think he cadged a feed from most of them and they all looked out for him.
He had no car sense and would sleep underneath any vehicle, or on any warm driveway and he wouldn't move even if you started the car, or drove into the driveway.
We would always have to look for him, so we could pick him up out of harms way.
Just lately I thought he may have been going deaf.
His owner ran over him, on Friday night, while he was (probably asleep), lying in their own front driveway.
His back was broken and because his recovery would have taken months, would have required round the clock care and possibly been extremely difficult for him with him only having three legs. So they decided to put him to sleep.
Ray and I are both devastated, as I knew what their decision would be as soon as I heard HER comment about money.
I offered to help them pay half the costs, but my common sense tells me, no matter how much it hurts my heart, that their decision was probably the best thing for Mojo.
Thank you for taking such good care of Mojo all these years. Remember the purrs and love you all shared. Those are the treasured memories to bring to mind.
Irene