sad day in the gatland house

our lovely and beloved cat Laura got killed last night, out on the busy main road in front of our house where she has NEVER gone. She was only two-and-a-half years old. I am a bit freaked out by how upset I am. It's just a CAT.

Ugh. We all want to get another, but I'm not sure I can cope with this amount of damage to my heart every couple of years. It is bad enough worrying about people without getting all torn apart over pets.