Pet bereavement follows well trodden paths as does bereavement of other kinds. When I lost a beloved dog that had had one vet tell me she was going to die, then another one tell me the first vet was wrong [only to find that the first vet had been right] I went through times of hating one of the vets at each given moment. This, it apears, is quite normal. We also blame ourselves for whatever happens to our pets because we feel they are totally dependant upon us. That is true, up to a point, but not with cats who are their own masters. As I've said before I kept a cat in the house for 7 years even though he was desperate to go outside, and I wish more than anything that I'd've given him his freedom, even though he was a burmese and they have no road sense [or any sense of preservation] whatsoever. Freedom is everything to a cat but that freedom comes with risks. I don't know what happened but, had he not been killed intantly I think he would have dragged himself to somewhere, possibly where no one would have found him. I had a cat that broke it's leg after being hit by a car and somehow managed to get home and climb up a six foot fence to get back into our garden. I'm sure he didn't suffer, numberplease [another hug]....