My husband came in one morning to tell me our cat had been run over about a mile from our house. We were shocked, because she NEVER strayed from the house. We drove by her twice, and decided it definitely was our cat. My husband had just had back surgery, so I called our son next door and told him I needed a favor. "Sure thing," he replied. I explained about the cat and that I couldn't bear to just leave her in the road. So, he took a shovel, scooped her up, and provided a decent burial. Another son came by about an hour later. I told him we were sad because the cat had been run over. "Mama." he replied, "your cat is just outside the door." I have no idea whose, but somebody's cat got a decent burial.