I lost 2 of my gorgeous lads last year. My 2 little black demons, the most loving and affectionate cats I've ever had were both killed on the country lane near our house. Raven went first, he must have been chasing across the road and got hit, he would never have known what hit him. My neighbour saw the little body and I carried him home. He was only 9 months old. 3 months later his brother Sable did the same thing. He was seen chasing another cat across the road, the other cat got across but unfortunately he didn't. He managed to get a few feet from the road and died in the hedgerow. They were two little firebrands, nothing was sacred, everything got attacked or climbed on, they chased my ducks, got chased by Rhodey the cockerel for batting at the hens, but were always there as soon as I whistled. I've got their picture as wallpaper on my computer and think of them every day. I often wonder if they would have quietened down eventually (I hope not!).
So I really feel for you losing 3 cats in a year, each one is special and never to be forgotten. As time goes by it becomes easier to remember the fun times and the antics they got up to rather than the end. So hugs from me and the gang of five, Sam, Leo, Blue, Fred and Freya
and I'm sure your three are probably whacking a couple of cheeky little black demons over the Rainbow Bridge somewhere!