*sobs* too sad! I had a cat last year, called Tabby. He was a perfect cat, not to playful and not to cuddly. He loved to explore and beyound a huge road there is a field near our house that tabby managed to find. One night I was at weymouth (my grandmas) and My dad called. Tabby had been run over. *god Im crying now* He had sneeked out and not noticed the cars. A man brought him to our house and I never got to kiss him goodbye..
I never wanted a cat for months, I was sure I could feel Tabby in the room with me. Eventually we got Timmy, who will never replace Tabby. R.I.P. Tabz

I have been seeing wierd things lately, the spirit.. *sounds wierd* Im sure I heard him purr last night and I can feel him on my bed. This proves Frosty will always be with you.
A few months ago Chloe, Tabbys sister, came running with us down the road (We were on an evening stroll) she couldnt see the cars and ran out in front of one. I was screaming and crying. Luckily she got away in time.. Now I know what happened.. I can barely write this. Chloe is so precious to me, and is a very lucky cat. Timmy doesnt explore far, but isnt very wise. Tabby well.. wasnt so lucky.
I know how you feel.. I cried for weeks too..