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Sep 06, 2009 11:09

I went back to that spot this morning to find the kitten, but he wasn't there. The little cap of water had been moved slightly, but I don't know if he tried to drink or the water mostly evaporated.

I'm still not sure what to think, but I feel a bit better. I spent so much time yesterday praying that the Lord would send someone who could help that little guy, and whether he was still with us or not when he was found, I'm sure he was found and that eases the pain somewhat.

The thing what hurts most, though, is not half an hour before finding him I'd somehow thought of what I'd do if I found an injured animal. One with a broken leg, or something, and most likely back home where I had a car to drive around in. But then the scenario basically happened and I dropped the ball so very, very hard. I know beating myself up over it won't help, but I still think I didn't do what I was supposed to.

But he's in a better place now, wherever he is, and for that I'm glad. And I managed not to cry today.

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