It's okay, i never really was that attached to Ocelot. We got rid of his body that same night by chucking it into a skip (for americains: Dumpster). Gosh, I'm nice, aren't I? I would of burnt him or buried him, but I was worried that my other cats might of caught what he died of.
Anyway, I've suffered the loss of my dad, my pet goat, my rat, and many, many pet rabbits, so death isn't a new thing for me. You kind of learn to cope with it in the end. . .
- DH