My cat, Mocha died. It was 8 o'clock when I went out to look for her. I found the lower half of her body in the garden. I felt nothing. I tried calling Mom, but she was in rehab. So I called Dad, and told him what happened. He said if I was going to bury her. I said I was going to. It wasn't until I picked her up and put her in the towel shroud, I lost it. I couldn't bare to look at her, not wanting to remember her like that. I buried her in the back of the house, next to the cherry tree, & gave her a highlight hose stake as marker. I was just smoothing out the hair on her face yesterday, as she lay on my chest. I can understand when they die of natural causes, or run down by a car, but to be eaten. It's salt in the wound that even in her final days, I won't be able to see her face, one last time. I absolutely lost all hope in existing anymore. She was my last hope in the world. And now, she's gone.