I knew this would happen. Poor little Jack was savaged to death by the vicious dogs from Sundown Restaurant right outside in our garden. I jumped in and managed to get him away from them, but it was too late to save him, and the bloody dogs bit me too. They should be locked up. Or worse.
Thankfully it was over quite quickly, but he died in my arms, either from shock or internal injuries - I don't know.
We hadn't had him that long, but he charmed all of us with his friendly, playful nature, and we're so sad to lose him. I keep telling myself 'he was just a cat', but it's not working....
It never rains but it pours.