For a long time, a gray-and-white longhaired tabby has been as big a fixture on my ridgetop landscape as the azalea bushes in front of my living room windows.
In fact, that’s often where you could find Pony — comfortably tucked under one of those bushes, sleeping in the shade. Otherwise, he’d be napping under the car.
That’s where he was last Friday evening when I backed over him.
His scream was horrible, and he ran off with his leg dangling. It was nearly 24 hours later before I finally caught him and got him to the emergency vet.