The reason I keep my kitty indoors.
This morning is dreary.
After pulling my car into someone's driveway temporarily, I mustered up the courage to walk into the street stopping cars in both directions, tears streaming down my face, to pick a dead kitty up off of the street. One of his eyes was popped out of his poor head and his body was still warm; blood covered his entire head.
I called him Garfield. I told him I loved him and set him on the grass near where I found him. He had a collar, but I was so sad and creeped out that I couldn't bring myself to touch him any more than I already had to find out where he belonged.
RIP Garfield.
After pulling my car into someone's driveway temporarily, I mustered up the courage to walk into the street stopping cars in both directions, tears streaming down my face, to pick a dead kitty up off of the street. One of his eyes was popped out of his poor head and his body was still warm; blood covered his entire head.
I called him Garfield. I told him I loved him and set him on the grass near where I found him. He had a collar, but I was so sad and creeped out that I couldn't bring myself to touch him any more than I already had to find out where he belonged.
RIP Garfield.