I loved that cat. He was a real tough guy. He was a serial killer cat and would display his kills on our patio. They were placed on their backs spread out in the same way and same direction every time. One time his kill was a hawk. He was one tough cat, but not tough enough for a car. I still miss him.
My Shelley did the same thing with her kills. We used to joke that our backyard looked like an especially bloody episode of a new show: CSI: Long Island. We called her The Grey Death.
She died last year, at the age of 18. Miss her terribly. Thankfully, we had just gotten a new kitten, and of course we still have our dog, Ranger to keep us company.
BTW, all our cats have always been indoor/outdoor cats, and all have lived to be ripe old ages. One of them (my Mittens) lived to be 23! I got her as a stray kitten when I was 5, and she died two weeks before my wedding day when I was 28.
No car accidents, no serious fights with dogs (that’s what trees are for), no diseases...really nothing to write home about. Oh! Except for the abovementioned Shelley. She got her tail caught in the back door on her way outside. Had to go to the vet for that one, and the tip of her tail was permanently bent from it.
Sorry to hear about your kitty, though. It’s very hard when they die, isn’t it?
Regards,