Oh, Rikki. When you didn’t come home last night I thought maybe you had found your way into the shed in the backyard again. I usually hear your mewing as a beacon that indeed you had. But, there was no such calling to me.
And you usually will scamper in when I open the door in the morning after one of your late night roaming sessions. But, there was no such walk of shame.
Instead, I found you by the side of the road, lifeless. I’m so sorry you had to go that way. I’ll miss you dearly.