How would you handle this?

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Well, something awful happened tonight. I was on the computer and in the dining room organizing my gymboree clothing since I am going to be selling it online very soon (hopefully monday). My daughter entered the room carrying the cat. She says mommy blackie doesn't run away. I didn't think anything of it. Just said something like o yeah. Well, she went down into the living room where she had been watching charlote's web. Then she yells mommy blackie isn't moving. I jumped out of my chair and ran to the living room Not very far only the next room over from the computer room. I look at the cat, which is in fact not moving. Then I look at my daughter. I know my eyes had to be as big as saucers. I just didn't understand. I said what happened. She says nothing and she doesn't know. So I pick the cat up and look into his eyes. Yup, they are fixed. The cat is still warm. He had just been jumping on my lap just a few minutes earlier. My daughter says he is dead. I say what happened. At first, she says nothing, but when I ask did you do something she nods. She said that she threw the cat. So I say you stay right here and I took the cat outside and walked him across the road. Now, this is a great cat. I love this cat. I am fighting tears. When I go back inside, my daughter looks at me and say I am sorry and starts crying. I scoop her up and hug her telling her it is ok. I tell her I know it was an accident and she didn't mean to and it wasn't her fault. I am really at a loss so I call my mother and ask her to come over. I am still holding my daughter. My mom wants to know why so I say Bailey killed the cat. Mom says what and I say you heard me. She says no I didn't and I say I am not going to keep saying it. I am still holding my daughter when my mother arrives a little later. Bailey is going to stay the night over there since I am working nights tonight and she is excited about that. She hasn't stayed over there in awhile. She tells grandma what happened and grandma again tells her the same stuff that I had already said. Mom says to me that it is important how I handle this situation. And she says she cried? and I say yes. Mom says that is good it means she felt remorse. My daughter told me and my mother that Blackie was her friend. She again repeats that he is dead. She eventually leaves with my mother, but we continue to talk about the cat some. She appears ok, but I don't know how she will feel tomorrow when she comes home and the cat is still dead. Mom suggested burying the cat, but I think that if she isn't speaking of it, that I should just leave the cat in the woods across the road. What would you do?