Found out lying next to the bin by dad

No eyes with bared teeth

Hit by a car and slunk here to die

Your tail brushed my skin as you fell head first into the black bin bag

Softness rarely felt accompanied by a squeal and a glare

The bag was stretched wide for you like an open mouth, and swallowed you whole

Your form was rigid and comic, your four limbs outstretched

Frozen whilst running

The size of a house cat, you could not have been that old

You were buried unceremoniously with yoghurt, bits of cereal and a couple of crisp packets

You beautiful elegant creature.