To the cat I ran over today.
Hi, Cat.
I'm not so far deranged that I think you can actually read this. Or that you ever could. Nonetheless, it's for you.
I'm sorry that I ran you over. I obviously didn't mean to, and there was nothing I could do. You ran right out in front of me. I thought for sure you would somehow know how not to get hit.
But I know you were running from something, what, I'm not sure. Maybe it was that rooster the guy across the street keeps for a pet. Or maybe you were running after something. Us humans think that even after 45 centuries of domestication you're no longer wild animals. Of course you are, in many ways. You were hunting or fleeing, which, I'm not sure. You don't know that something with 200 times your body mass can kill you. It did. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was at the wheel when it happened.
The sight of you lying on the asphalt, trying to run with your two legs that weren't crushed, but going nowhere, is so sad. One eye gouged out of your head. I thought maybe I could take you someplace to get fixed, but when I looked at you closer I knew there was no hope. Then you moved slower and slower. The last time I saw you, you were probalby already dead, and just left-over energy was making your one paw twitch.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I don't know you but I love you.
I'm not so far deranged that I think you can actually read this. Or that you ever could. Nonetheless, it's for you.
I'm sorry that I ran you over. I obviously didn't mean to, and there was nothing I could do. You ran right out in front of me. I thought for sure you would somehow know how not to get hit.
But I know you were running from something, what, I'm not sure. Maybe it was that rooster the guy across the street keeps for a pet. Or maybe you were running after something. Us humans think that even after 45 centuries of domestication you're no longer wild animals. Of course you are, in many ways. You were hunting or fleeing, which, I'm not sure. You don't know that something with 200 times your body mass can kill you. It did. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was at the wheel when it happened.
The sight of you lying on the asphalt, trying to run with your two legs that weren't crushed, but going nowhere, is so sad. One eye gouged out of your head. I thought maybe I could take you someplace to get fixed, but when I looked at you closer I knew there was no hope. Then you moved slower and slower. The last time I saw you, you were probalby already dead, and just left-over energy was making your one paw twitch.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I don't know you but I love you.