When I was about 6-7 months pregnant my female Manx mix disappeared. We put up signs, we made calls, we drove the neighborhood but never any word on my cat. I just let myself believe that someone stole my gorgeous white and gray tailless kitty (she didn't even ave a nub). Well today we started taking the tin away from our back porch so people could start remodeling it tomorrow. When I removed one piece, I found my little Annie
What gets me is we never even smelled anything, I don't know how it got past us what happened. My mom said she could tell by looking at her she had been run over. For over a year I have wondered whatever had happened to my girly. It was bittersweet I guess you could say. I thought almost everyday about my Annie. I know now what happened to her, and she was buried in our backyard and we will be buying flowers soon to plant over her. My baby girl can finally rest in peace. I raised her from a 2 day old kitten, spent countless nights up with her sometimes wondering if she would make it through the night. But she was my little fighter and grew up to be a stunningly beautiful cat. I love you always my little Annie. I'll never forget your sweet litle face and crystal blue eyes. RIP my baby.