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.
