Mojave was a 9 month old sandy colored kitten. He was born in my fiance's bedroom in the summer of '06. My fiance has been with him since his first breath.

Well, Saturday I get off work early and head on over to see the fiance and fiance's mother. When I get there I am greeted with faces that look like the dead. I ask my fiance what was the matter and I get a face in my shoulder and tears. My fiance's mother comes over and says that she went outside earlier to call in the cats and had seen Mo outside. Then she shook her head. I almost collapsed. My fiance's sobbing intensified and I immediatly knew what she meant. We cried and cried and cried. She had brought him inside and covered him with a towel so we could say our goodbyes. I couldn't even look over in his direction and avoided the place she had him laying.

I couldn't take it. He was so young. Only 9 months old. He had been hit by a car and we think he died of internal injuries. The speed limit on that road is 25mph. I really don't see how you can hit a cat, not notice and keep going when you are supposed to be going 25. And even if you did notice. Why did you stop? I have become very anti-social over the past two days. Mo was buried in the backyard near a walking path. We plan on getting a little statue to put at the head of his grave. I miss him so much. I still can't think about him without crying. He was truly our little boy. He had so many years ahead of him. Why him? Why now?

Eventually I did go over to Mo. His tail was hanging out of the towel and I reached out to touch him one last time. At the feel of his fur, so soft, I broke down. I wish I wasn't so anti-social, but I can't help seeing the scene in my head, picturing some stupid driver, speeding through the hospital zone (thats why its 25 miles an hour on that road) and hitting a kitten. It tears me up and I feel like I can't breathe.

I've had outdoor cats before, and they have all died for one reason or another because they were outdoor cats. Never once was I able to say goodbye to them. So having Mo there for me to say goodbye was too much. Just touching his tail to say goodbye made me want to collapse on the floor in grief.

How do you deal with losing something so precious to you?