Grays

These grays more or less reflect the news Sweetheart brought on to me today. 
He'd called me all in shock from the vet where he'd taken his young cat Junior to; the sweetest from the nest of 3 that we saved last June.  A little later he called me again to tell me that Junior was dead; he couldn't believe he'd found his dear pet dead.

Junior hadn't returned home to him the eve prior and this morning he'd found the cat immobile  on the veranda of the empty house next to his (his mother lived there). Someone must have trespassed the fence and beaten the young cat's head like it was a ball.... The cruelty and brutality upset us both; him there and me here.