So I live in this street where there are about 27 houses. There is another street behind our street that’s about 10 houses and we’re all linked by a private communal garden. It’s pretty big, like a small park. Pretty neat when you’re a kid. Anyway, it’s one of those “everyone knows everyone” type of things. Almost all people (well used to the new generation owners suck ass) who live here are cat-people. There are a ton of cat’s in running around in the garden, and everyone knows which cat is which and who they belong to. Why I’m telling you this? We all love those cat’s like they are our own, so when one of them dies we’re all a bit upset. One of the most well-loved cats died today. He was hit by a car, one we all know didn’t belong in our street since it’s a “locals only” street and those who live here don’t get to the speed to hit something. The last few years there are some new houses. People who live there fly trough our street, they’re not allowed to as they’re not “locals”, way above the speed limit and they always have something in their hands (cigarette, cellphone) and they never ever look where they are going. So we all know it was one of them. Worst of all, Ziggy still lived after getting hit. He broke several bones, shattered his pelvis and the car took one leg with it. And he was found in the fucking gutter, Barely alive. A neighbour found him and like I said, we’re all familiar with each others cats but Ziggy was loved by everyone. They couldn’t save him and he died this morning.
Left if in the fucking gutter to die an excruciating pain.