Interesting little bit in a letter Hemingway wrote to a friend after he had to put an injured cat down:
A car must have run over him or somebody hit him with a club.
Not quite sure how you make the leap from, “A car must have run over him,” to “somebody hit him with a club,” but I guess Hemingway knew his neighborhood better than I do.
Saddest line of all is the final paragraph. Even his letters were amazing.