This morning as I was headed out to work I noticed a grey cat dead just under the curb in front of my house. At first I panicked and parked immediately and ran in yelling for my husband because I thought it was Pixie (our outdoor kitty who was Sean's for a very long time pre-me). Pixie is grey and small and I didn't stop to get a good luck before running in to get him. He assured me, "I just pet Pixie so it can't be her." He came out looked and said "That's the neighbor's little grey cat." Our neighbor has two little girls and they just adopted to cats this year (and also a tiny rat dog). So I look at him and say "We have to go over and tell them." He was still in his pjs (later work day then mine) and he said I should go since he is not dressed. So I went and the mom answered the door I told her and then the kids ran up behind and she took them to go look. At this point my heart plummets knowing these two little girls are about to see their kitty dead face first in puddle. Sure enough the kids start sobbing as soon as they see their "Rosie". It was absolutely heart-rending and I felt terrible but I know if it was my cat I would want to know what happened. I still can't shake the sadness though.