Cheeseburger was perfect, he was special needs but that never stopped him. Such a goofy and sweet boy. My mom had ownership of him unfortunately and upon moving out I wasn’t able to take him, as much as I wish I could’ve he was so bonded with the other cats my mom had and I felt he wouldn’t have done well with my kitty (his mom) I regret not taking him, not fighting to take him, or even just asking if I can, although I know she would’ve said no. She let him outside, a special needs cat who can’t even eat a full meal without walking away to go play or stare at a wall. She let him out and he got hit, the poor thing. How badly I miss him. The worst part is his body was never found or picked up by anyone we know, I have no urn, no collar, no way to remember him but a few pictures, I can’t even remember his meow or the way his fur felt. She found out through a Facebook post of his dead body on the road titled “Orange cat hit” or something along those lines. I would constantly tell her to watch the door and make sure the cats don’t get out as this was a very serious problem she had when I lived there, she would let my sweet girl out who ALSO is special, she has asthma and is smaller than usual cats. That’s how she ended up pregnant with cheeseburger in the first place. I’m just so mad and upset. I lost my childhood cat Shiloh just a few weeks later and it’s hard, she was sweet too just a perfect family cat, she grew up with me from 8 to 20, I knew it was her time and I was able to keep her urn so I’m not as upset like I am with cheeseburger but it’s tearing me down dealing with the grief of both. I’m glad I saved two cats from that hell hole at least.