I once owned two black cats called Poppy & Pip, we had to move house & the house we moved to was next to a very busy road, sadly Poppy & Pip got knocked over & so I buried them in the Garden.
The next day I arrived home too find Pip sitting upon his grave, as you can imagine I was in shock, I thought he'd come back to life

After a while I realized what must have happened, Pip must have some how tried to find his way back to to the old house & didn't quite make it so he came back home, I found out that the black cat we had buried belonged to the farm further down the road.
You can imagine my delight.
In the end I took Pip back to the old place where we used to live & luckily enough a kind neighbor took Pip in & looked after him where he found love peace until his dying day.
It was heartbreaking to part with him but I had no choice but to give him up.
Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.