I heard him bump two times under my car. I About came unglued.. I slowed down but it was too late...
THe jerk behind me sped up and passed me as I stopped the car. I looked in my mirror and there layed this lifeless little black and white body only A few feet back...
I didn't know what to do.. I couldn't bring myself to get out of the car and pick him up.. and the thought of a half dead/half alive cat just made me sick.. I couldn't pick him up.. I was just so devastated.
I hope someone here can understand where I'm coming from.
NEVER in my live have i ever hit a cat.... EVER.. I'm a huge cat person.. I love them more than anything... I know how it feels to lose your cat.. to be the owner of a run over kitty.. You're SO angry at the drive..
But now i know what it feels like to be the one who hits the cat too.>ITs a horrible feeling.. I feel just sick....
On my way home for lunch, I'm going to see if I can pick him up.. thats if he's still there. I'll find a box here at work.. get an old towel or use this Carter Bloodcare Tshirt thats sitting my desk... wrap him up.. maybe I'll take him home and bury him. I just don't know what to do..
I'm so gutted inside..
Its been very hard keeping my eyes dry here at work... I wish I could just go home and hug my cats.. tell them I'm sorry..