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We got a phone call this morning from the vet in Nailsea: Pepper was hit by a car and killed on the main road through the village late last night.
There's not a lot I can say right now; I feel raw. She was the Prettiest Cat In The World, the most vexed, and the most charming. She'll never come running into the house sounding like a fishwife again; she'll never lie on my legs in bed attached, grumbling, like a Klingon no matter how much I turned around in the night; she'll never be assaulted by Mustrum, her abusive partner, again.
Go well, Pepper, you would have been on this planet for nine years next month: I'm glad I spent those years with you.
There's not a lot I can say right now; I feel raw. She was the Prettiest Cat In The World, the most vexed, and the most charming. She'll never come running into the house sounding like a fishwife again; she'll never lie on my legs in bed attached, grumbling, like a Klingon no matter how much I turned around in the night; she'll never be assaulted by Mustrum, her abusive partner, again.
Go well, Pepper, you would have been on this planet for nine years next month: I'm glad I spent those years with you.