Sleep Tight Dante McCafferty
November has been the worst month ever.
Tonight we got the knock on the door we've dreaded since we got our beloved tabby cat Dante 18 months ago. Someone had found him in the road, he'd been hit by a car and killed.
To say we're devastated doesn't come close, I can't believe how much you can love something so small. This is why I can't sleep and i'm blogging (and knitting) at 3am. I want to turn the clock back because I want my cat back, the Dante shaped hole is too big and I can't not think about it.
All I can be is grateful we got to have him for 18 fantastic months, despite how much this hurts I wouldn't have been without him. It's going to be hard telling the boys, Leo won't understand but I know he'll miss him, he's always stroking him and looking for him. Hard to guage Thomas, he's not been overtly Dante orientated, but I think he'll miss him too.
Night night dear Dante, enjoy your eternity tormenting mice and birds and sleeping in the sun. Your humans will miss you so so much.