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chris was driving me to get some cash out of an atm when a cat ran into the street.
he swerved to go around it, and realized there was another one right behind him.
he pulled over, didnt want me to get out, but i insisted he turned the car around.
the black cat we didnt see till too late was in the middle of the street, curled up, and the other was crouching by him.
i started to cry, i couldnt believe it. i thought he was dead, then i saw him blink.
this made me hurt even more because i knew he was in pain.
i tried to see how hurt he was so i could take him to an emergency vet, and he got up and tried to run away.
they were kittens, or young cats.
he limped but got away and i was so angry at myself because i didn't catch him.
he ran under a car, and chris tried to get it out. i tried my hardest to get it because i felt horrible.
this has never happened to me before. he got away, but i knew he was hurt.
i'm scared he's not gunna get help and just suffer until he dies.
chris kept trying to reassure me that if he got away he'd be okay, but i dont care.
i wanted to make sure he was okay. i feel so bad.
it happened around midnight and he was black so it was hard to see him.
i can't sleep, and i can't stop thinking about it.
i feel SO horrible. i would rather have hit a person, because at least the person could get help.
the poor cat cant tell anyone hes in pain, and since he was a stray, he cant get anyone to help him anyway.
why did this have to happen?! i feel like such a bad person.
i can't stop crying over this.
he swerved to go around it, and realized there was another one right behind him.
he pulled over, didnt want me to get out, but i insisted he turned the car around.
the black cat we didnt see till too late was in the middle of the street, curled up, and the other was crouching by him.
i started to cry, i couldnt believe it. i thought he was dead, then i saw him blink.
this made me hurt even more because i knew he was in pain.
i tried to see how hurt he was so i could take him to an emergency vet, and he got up and tried to run away.
they were kittens, or young cats.
he limped but got away and i was so angry at myself because i didn't catch him.
he ran under a car, and chris tried to get it out. i tried my hardest to get it because i felt horrible.
this has never happened to me before. he got away, but i knew he was hurt.
i'm scared he's not gunna get help and just suffer until he dies.
chris kept trying to reassure me that if he got away he'd be okay, but i dont care.
i wanted to make sure he was okay. i feel so bad.
it happened around midnight and he was black so it was hard to see him.
i can't sleep, and i can't stop thinking about it.
i feel SO horrible. i would rather have hit a person, because at least the person could get help.
the poor cat cant tell anyone hes in pain, and since he was a stray, he cant get anyone to help him anyway.
why did this have to happen?! i feel like such a bad person.
i can't stop crying over this.