It's been almost two weeks since Sparkle went missing.
My neighbor knocked on my door tonight. There's a dead cat in his bushes. It's the one that was caught in his garage door. He had already called animal control, but if I wanted to I could check and see if it was mine.
The smell was awful. She looked worse. I don't even want to descibe her because I'm already sick of crying.
I am going to miss her so fucking much. I feel so guilty. I knew something like this would happen. There's a risk when your cats go outside. But I still wish it wouldn't happen to me.
She was only a year old. Her sister misses her. I've already had this up at my homenode in honor of her. It seems a bit too cheerful at the moment, but it's all I can offer.