I'm sobbing as I write this.

I had an orange and white cat named Mooshie since I was eight. I loved him so much, words cannot describe it. Well, about a week ago, my girl cat, Luna, had kittens. And so, as her instincts told her, she drove Mooshie out. I kept trying to find him, trying to get rid of Luna, everything.
Well, today, I went out back by the train tracks in my backyard once more to look for him, and I found his body on one of the rails. A mangled mess of orange fur and blood.

R.I.P. Mooshie.
An old, lovable cat.