Last night my precious kitty Zeke was hit by a car. I heard my dad yell to my mom "Kristi!!!" louder than I've ever heard him yell before. I thought he was being kidnapped!!!!!!! My family ran outside as fast as we could. I looked all over and finally found him on the grass doubled over as if he was throwing up. But I saw that he wasn't. I saw bits of soft orange fur sticking out from underneath my dad. When I found out it was Zeke I ran into the house with my mom and watched her as she called my grandma, tears streaming own her face. After a minute of talking on the phone my dad walked in empty handed. I was afraid of what that meant. I ran outside to see that Zeke my precious darling kitty, was dead. He had died in my dads arms. My mom sunk down in the hall way as if she couldn't stand up any longer. All of us kids gathered around her and daddy prayed for Zeke and asked God to comfort my mom. Zeke was her favorite cat out of all of her hundreds of cats. It just makes my heart feel so heavy seeing my mom so sad. I loved that cat. We all loved that cat. It's going to take some time to get over Zekers my darling kitty.