Squeaky...she was my calico cat. I found her and her sister, Patches on the side of a road on my way to church one Sunday. I stopped and tried to get them to come with me. But I didn't have a box to put them and I would be late for church so I decided to come back and try again. I found a box at my church and went back after church. Luckily they were still there and hadn't tried to venture across the street. They were so small, they were maybe only about 4 or 5 weeks old. Somebody obviously didn't want them and decided the only way they could get rid of them, was by dumping them on the side of the road. I finally caught them and brought them home. They seemed to adjusted well, although my older cats had a problem having two little kittens around the house. They grew up to be wonderful and loving cats, but sadly Squeaky's life ended on 9/11/00. She didn't chose to die, she was just a victim of a maniac driver. During the day, all my cats would set and sunbathe and sleep on the backporch. I have a cat door where they can come and go off the porch as they please. That afternoon, I went onto the backporch as I usually do and the cats went outside and came back in. Later on that afternoon, Jenny my Siamese cat, and Squeaky began fighting at the cat door to go out and they eventually both got out of the door. I went next door and came back as I usually did. About 30 minutes after I had come back, I got a phone call from my next door neighbor. My other friends had gone over to my neighbors house to chat for a while. My neighbor was on the phone saying that my cat, Squeaky and been hit by a car. The street I live on isn't a very busy street, but they're a few people who chose to drive too fast down my road and as they go over a small hill in the road, they don't always see the smaller animals crossing the street. I ran outside, but it was too late. My neighbor said that right before I ran outside she had just enough strenght to left her head up to look around for me. She didn't see me, so she thought maybe I was too far for her to see, so she lifted up her paw as if to say, good-bye and I'll miss you. Seconds later, she died. She didn't choose to die, she was just the victim of peeople who drive too fast. She didn't even know what happened, but all she knew was that she wasn't going to be around anymore. I know it may sound weird, but her sister grieved for days. It wasn't just for days, it was actually for months. I know that animals don't grieve the way humans do, but they have their own way of grieving. She wouldn't play with any of her toys, or any of my other cats. Her sister, Patches, is still alive and will be 4 years old this May. On days that I feel like I can't go on without her I find pictures of her and sit and look at them. I think what if... What if people didn't drive so fast. What if I could go back and change time to prevent everything bad that has ever happened to any of my animals. But then, I relize that I can't and I won't ever be able. So I do some more grieving and put the pictures away for another day. It's taken time to heal, and I'm still in the process. But I know for sure that she was a great animal and will never be forgotten.