Last Heartbeat
So tonight, I went to a financial class with my mom. When we got home, we talked for awhile, which we don't normally do, and she asked if I could follow her to L&M motors to drop off the car. So, I met her outside, and she said that I didn't have to leave yet, cause she had to go fill up the tank. So, she left and I started to clean my car out. 30 seconds later my cell phone rings. It's my mom.
Crying, she said, "I hit a cat."
I said, "Oh my god, where are you?"
She said, "I just turned off of Leeward," (our street).
I said, "Okay, stay there, I'll be right there."
So, I got in the car, and rounded the bend, and there is my mom, crying, and behind her car is a black-and-white cat.
She says, "I didn't touch it, I can't."
I left my lights on, directly behind my mom's car, putting the cat in between our two cars. I went over to it, and felt its side. It's eyes were open and blank, and it's tongue was hanging out of it's mouth. I could feel it's heart beating, so I yell to my mom, "He's still alive."
The house in front of where this happened a girl and her mother had come out, and they said they thought it was their neighbor's cat. So they run to get it, and the owners come out.
I'm petting the cat, talking to him, and then I feel his heart slow its beating. The heartbeats get slower and slower, and finally stop. I'm shaking so much, I'm not sure if they've actually stopped. I lift up his head, and I see there is a little puddle of blood coming from his mouth. He's gone.
My mom is crying, and I give her a hug, while the owners tell us not to feel bad, he was an old cat, and he had been having epileptic seizures recently. My mom just kept apologizing back, saying, "He just darted right out in front of me." They told her that lately he's been playing in the road, and getting very close to cars driving down the road. I hug my mom again, she just starts telling the owners about our cats who we have put down, and how heartbreaking it was for her, and she is so very sorry. The older couple say it is their grown-up daughter's cat, Chicago, and they had started talking about putting him down. They wrap him up in a blanket, and take him inside. My mom is just shaking, and talking about how we didn't even know there were other cats in our neighborhood, and how devastated she was when we had to put down Tinkerbell, Zero, and Frosty.
I'm not sure how it ended, but the whole thing seems so unreal to me. I was holding him when he died, and it just chills me how life can be lost so fast, in just an instant. He was warm and soft, but limp and suddenly lifeless.
I'm so glad that Duma (my 11-month old kitten) is so terrified of cars. That small fact is reassuring.
Crying, she said, "I hit a cat."
I said, "Oh my god, where are you?"
She said, "I just turned off of Leeward," (our street).
I said, "Okay, stay there, I'll be right there."
So, I got in the car, and rounded the bend, and there is my mom, crying, and behind her car is a black-and-white cat.
She says, "I didn't touch it, I can't."
I left my lights on, directly behind my mom's car, putting the cat in between our two cars. I went over to it, and felt its side. It's eyes were open and blank, and it's tongue was hanging out of it's mouth. I could feel it's heart beating, so I yell to my mom, "He's still alive."
The house in front of where this happened a girl and her mother had come out, and they said they thought it was their neighbor's cat. So they run to get it, and the owners come out.
I'm petting the cat, talking to him, and then I feel his heart slow its beating. The heartbeats get slower and slower, and finally stop. I'm shaking so much, I'm not sure if they've actually stopped. I lift up his head, and I see there is a little puddle of blood coming from his mouth. He's gone.
My mom is crying, and I give her a hug, while the owners tell us not to feel bad, he was an old cat, and he had been having epileptic seizures recently. My mom just kept apologizing back, saying, "He just darted right out in front of me." They told her that lately he's been playing in the road, and getting very close to cars driving down the road. I hug my mom again, she just starts telling the owners about our cats who we have put down, and how heartbreaking it was for her, and she is so very sorry. The older couple say it is their grown-up daughter's cat, Chicago, and they had started talking about putting him down. They wrap him up in a blanket, and take him inside. My mom is just shaking, and talking about how we didn't even know there were other cats in our neighborhood, and how devastated she was when we had to put down Tinkerbell, Zero, and Frosty.
I'm not sure how it ended, but the whole thing seems so unreal to me. I was holding him when he died, and it just chills me how life can be lost so fast, in just an instant. He was warm and soft, but limp and suddenly lifeless.
I'm so glad that Duma (my 11-month old kitten) is so terrified of cars. That small fact is reassuring.