I did some detective work quickly today and noticed many things.

Laurel was let out at 6am and by 9H30 he was dead told me a stranger on the street when she heard me looking for him.

He was sitff as stiff by the time hubby brought his body home, near 10:00am. We were at the vet for cremation by 11H00am. And the fee for cremation had been paid back home, online, by 12H10. By 14H00, I had started the story that went until almost 22H00 for completion, on and off.

Given how very stiff he was, he must have died between 6-7am.

It is possible it is the driver who put him kindly in the grass , wrapped in her hoodie. or a kind neighbour who may or may not have recognized him from the stories and the street we live on.

Laurel was presumably pretty much killed instantaneously.

His skull had been crushed.

He had one eye that was not busted, and in that eye, I totally saw him alive: his last thought: he seemd to have been a bit blah at dying so young. And a bit of a let down, his gaze seem to say. I saw zero fear in his good eye left and much much calm peace. He is such a sweetie pie and I have no doubt he is blissful right now.