When I got home from my trip, last night the family wasn't home yet, I sat on the steps and waited. Kitty emerged sleepily from under the hydrangea stretching as he made his way to me. We sat and purred for a good while before the chaos ensued, for that I am glad.Pumpkin's Garden, we buried him right there under the hydrangea.
Edited to add: Our cat, Pumpkin, you know the crazy kitty who plops down in the middle of the chaos, who lies on his back with his feet up in the air, hunts ferociously, gallops across all the land and who worships his mother, was hit by a car last night.
The man who hit him felt terribly and stopped and helped us find him. When we found him, it didn't look good. His pupils were like saucers and his breathing was labored. The gentleman had told us that he hit his hind quarters and that was evidenced by kitty pulling himself from the garden in which he hid. I gently picked him up and he meowed a meow I was unfamiliar with, I laid him on the grass. We put him gently in the carrier, I told Oldest that he may die and that it would be ok if he did. Oldest said goodbye to him in the car and me and kitty hit the road for the hospital.
He had a broken pelvis but the trauma was just too much for a cat who adopted my heart. I kept King Daddy abreast via a blow by blow and it was an emotional rollercoaster. One minute he had arrested and the next he was conscious and responsive, then just vitals, no response for awhile. The staff brought their cats in to donate blood for a transfusion. In the end he would have never come back to us so we decided that when he arrested the last time, to let him go. We were keeping him from doing so and that didn't seem right. He couldn't be saved, but they sure did try and the staff at the hospital were so professional and kind.