No thanks. "Sad cat trying to revive his friend" as a title was enough.
I had a Boston Terrier named Jake years ago. There was another BT that lived in our neighborhood named Stella. Both were fixed. Whenever Stella came up the street, Jake would cry and whine to be let out and they'd go and play together. Stella would wait at our doorstep for us to let Jake out sometimes.
One day Jake starts whining, and Dad lets him out to go play with her. Stella darts across the street and gets run over at the end of our property line. She died right there in the street with Jake sitting next to her. For the next few days Jake refused to come in, he'd sit in the street where she died, moving only for cars. Dad finally had to douse that part of the street with gas and burn her scent off.
Worse part, my sister had a friend named Stella a few years later. Anytime you'd mention her by name, Jake would start yelping and jumping around to go outside. He'd run to the end of our yard, and stand there waiting for her until you went and got him.
Yeah, I can't handle sad animal stories since then.