Socks was a black and white tuxedo cat. I enjoyed 14 years of love and affection from this special cat. We grew closer than most people do to a relationship with another person. She knew my thoughts and my every move. We were best friends and soulmates. Five months ago, I thought she was sleeping in her usual afternoon spot. I was busy out back fixing the pool and kept running in and out of the house for tools. She had gotten up and used her sharp claws to open the door and went outside into the street and got hit by a car ( a careless young teenager going 60 MPH down a gorgeous tree lined street in a beautiful neighborhood. I found her dead in a ditch, her lifeless body was almost un-recognizable. I have not been the same person since her tragic death. Everywhere I go I still think about her. I dream about her every night. I cannot find relief in sight and do not know what to do. I have been to adoption shelters for animals and have looked at cats but cannot get another one, because when I pass away and stop at Rainbow Bridge to pick up my girl ( Socks ) I want her and only her to run to me with her paws opened wide so we can embrace and cry and catch up on lost time.