Well, I just got back from New Mexico to visit my sister and on the way in I saw a cat on the side of the road, after we unloaded our stuff I walked back to check on the cat and it was Marty. I am pretty sure he didn't suffer, and it took me a minute to make sure that it was him (it was kind of messy...) but after getting a flashlight and checking for his tell tale marks I realized that it was.
I'm really kind of bummed out, I love my cats and thankfuly George was still around, my neighbors were watching after them, but they are outdoors cats so I knew this could happen. It's really kinda' sad and I will really miss him, he was my favorite by far, mostly because he would give me kisses and because he was the sane one (well, sane for a cat anyways). I still have George though, and even though he's pretty retarded, I am glad that I still have him.
The wierd thing is that I'm not really all that broken up by this, I'm good at handling these things, always have been. I guess it's my curse.
Anyways, to Marty McFly, you will be remembered buddie.

