A pit killed my cat.

I heard my cat crying for help. By the time I threw slippers on and ran outside, a pit had already killed him. The dog ran off when it saw me, and I had to scoop up my cat whose entrails had been torn out, and bury him.

He was a barn cat, but he was my friendlist and favorite barn cat. He was always there to greet me when I got home.

I live in a rural area, surrounded by small farmers with livestock who won't hesitate to shoot a stray dog threatening their animals.

A week later that same pit attacked my neighbors goats, so he shot and killed him. I was relieved.

A few days later the owner started posting his picture on FB asking people to help find her dog. Seeing that picture brings back the pain of the pit ripping my cat open, but I don't have the heart to tell her her dog is dead. I came here to get this off my chest.