He didn't make it. A lady came to my door and asked if I had a black & white cat because she had just hit one and I said that the neighbor did (my cat is white with grey spots/stripes) but my neighbor came over a few minutes later and said that it was my cat who was hit. I didn't know what to do and couldn't stand to look at him, so my roommate went over and identifiied him. My friend was over and helped cover him with a blanket.... I had to dig a hole in my back yard to bury him. I've been drinking a bit of whisky tonight, and I've been crying on and off. I just really need a hug, and none of my friends are responding to me right now.