I had a pants weekend. It really topped off my pants week in possibly the most spectacularly crap way imaginable.
Pud was hit by a car and killed on Saturday morning. Some neighbours had taken covered her up and taken her away, and other neighbours came over to tell me what had happened. Pud was returned on Sunday and we buried her in the back garden. When the weather is cooler and we are getting decent amounts of rain I will buy a plant to go over her spot.
At first I was practically out the door and on my way to the RSPCA to get another cat there and then, but as I have come to terms with things I think it will be a couple of months before I even seriously consider getting another pet. Yes the house seems strangely empty considering she was so small and I keep looking twice at jumpers on chairs and bags on the floor, but I think I would worry too much and trying to keep a cat indoors in this weather with the doors and windows all open wouldn't be fun for anyone.
Of course, as a devotee of the Way Of The Pud, she will now be in Pud Nirvana on the Great Laundry Pile in the sky.