On Sunday, my lovely 5 month old kitten, Harley, was run over. My Dad found him in our next-door neighbours bushes all curled up, our guess is he's got hit and then ran to hide in there. After a few days of devastation, I'm feeling a bit better about the whole thing, and realise that it was bound to happen sooner or later - him being deaf and all. We're just happy that we took him in, sick and cold four months ago, and gave him a loving family and home for the time he had.
Dad buried him in the back garden, and we're gonna get some snowdrops to plant over his grave. We're looking into getting a new cat, just because it's so strange and lonely not having him in the house, hopefully the new cat will have at least half the personality that lovely Harley did.
R.I.P Harley, I'll miss you so much.

Harley on Christmas Eve in his festive Collar.