Exactly a week ago today we lost Sheldon. We had a wonderful day planting a garden, playing with friends, and then Michael and I went to dinner on a short date to celebrate his promotion and paying off our first student loan. We were only gone an hour and a half and then we picked Gabby up from Grandma and Papa's house. We were enjoying a peaceful ride home since Gabby fell asleep, when Michael turned the corner onto our road and saw something white laying in the middle of the road. Michael put the car in park and jumped out to investigate. I of course hesitated, I didn't want to know, but I rounded the corner of the truck hearing Michael say "Oh babe," with remorse in his voice. Michael scooped up the kitty, placed him in the bed of the truck, and we silently pulled into our driveway. I didn't react, I just got into Mommy mode and we tucked Gabby safely into bed. I can't help but feel like we could have prevented it. If we would...