Today started out just fine, but turned sour at 4:00 pm when I got a call from my doc that I needed to come in for some follow-up testing. Scary stuff. (But as of 1/29, I got the all clear, to my great relief!) Anyway, I was driving home from work, preoccupied about that, and in a bit of a hurry to get home, change clothes, feed the dogs, and get to the gym by 6:00 to meet with a personal trainer. I was about 2 miles from home when I saw the car ahead of me hit something, and as I got close I could see that it was a cat, who was now flopping around in the street like a fish out of water. As quickly as I could I did a U-turn and parked on a side street, grabbed a towel from the backseat & ran to the kitty. (I'm omitting the most horrible part of the story here.) I wrapped him & carefully scooped him up, placing him on the brick median & crouching beside him, trying to keep him warm and to comfort him in his final moments. It was very traumatic for me, and didn't end well for kitty. I only hope that: (1) he didn't suffer as much as I believe he did; (2) that he knew someone who cared was there with him as he lay dying; (3) people stop letting their cats outside. All too often this is how things end, and the animals don't deserve it.
I have to thank my great friends John, Michele & Maureen for consoling me that night, in between commercial breaks in The Bachelor: On the Wings of Love. I needed a distraction, and that did the trick. Michele even fed me a delicious dinner.
Aw, man, that's so horrible...Sorry you had to go through that, Jen. Glad the cat had you there for him though, for what little comfort you could offer. And count me in with the cat-strictly-indoors crowd for this very reason.
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