My Poor Cat

We were alerted yesterday that our cat had been run over and was no longer with us. It was my brothers birthday. And my mum was distraught. I couldn’t let either of them deal with him. He was covered in flies and maggots were crawling all over and under him. He had a moustache before which wasn’t at all identifiable from the damage that had been done to him. I lifted him into a box and he was so heavy and so cold and the maggots were dropping from him. And the smell. I can’t get the feel smell or sight out of my head and can’t comprehend that our sweet boy could become THAT. His mother cat still lives with us and every time I see her I can’t deal with the fact that she has lost her son. My brain can’t comprehend that our fluffy tuxedo cat is the same dead animal that I lifted into that box. And everyone wishes it was a quick death but considering where he was I feel as though it wasn’t but can’t say that to anyone. He had been hit by a car but somehow made it to the bushes on the other side of the pavement. He must’ve somehow got there himself. And how long was he there for?