It makes me cry just to type this, but she's been such a part of this blog that I think you need to know. Mouse was hit by a car on Saturday.
Thanks to a very kind soul, I found her on a blue blanket on my grass verge. She could have been sleeping. Her fur was soft, and warm from the sun. But she wasn't sleeping. It must've happened when I let her out in the early hours of the morning after she demanded outside by constant meowing as she has done for the last few weeks. I guess she discovered "across the road" and it was a great new adventure.
I'm not coping well with her not being her. And I'm not strong enough to put a photo of her to with this post - I tried but I just couldn't manage it. I keep dreaming this is a horrible mistake - unfortunately I wake up realising it's not.