But I saw you this morning when I went to check the mail. You had lost your life to a hungry road, a victim of drivers speeding, unmindful of creatures who have become confused and found themselves in the middle of traffic.
When I first spied you, my heart stopped. Where you one of mine? I could see the gray fur rustling in the breeze and my thoughts raced to my barn cat Squirrel and then to Taylor.
I knew, regardless of who you belonged to- (although odds were good you belonged to no one) I had to move you off the road. Busy weekend traffic wouldn’t be kind to you.
My neighbors came out of the house to stare at the crazy lady with a scoop shovel and as I removed your remains off the road and on to the grasses- I waved at my audience. I wanted to shout: “Are you enjoying the show?” But I stayed silent to the task at hand.
I remember a pang of sorrow at seeing you were such a young cat, and private relief that you were not one of mine.
Had you been able to choose, I am sure you would have rather not been born and left to fend for yourself in the world. Now, at least, you are at peace and with the company of those who have gone on before you.
I’m sorry little one- your life ended quickly and there were no warm arms to hold you in your last breath.
I am so sorry. The kitty didn’t have anyone to love it probably. At least he had the respect shown at the end of his life when you moved him.
So heartbreaking! I actually saw from my diningroom window a car swerve to hit a cat crossing the street. My husband and I ran out of the house to the road, but it was too late… we buried the cat and cried a lot of tears. I guess what amazed me was the purposeful swerve — what makes people do things like that? I would never hurt any animal like that.
I’ve seen so many deliberate hits it makes me ill to think of it- including one butthead who swerved two lanes of traffic to hit baby ducks following mom across the road. 🙁 There’s a special spot in hell for those folks)