Can't cry...working...can't cry...working...
I saw a pretty orange cat get hit by a car this morning on my way to work.
I wanted to stop and see if it was alive and take it to a vet if so, but the tight traffic, the lack of a place to pull over, and the fact that I was running late as it was, conspired to make that impossible.
But now all I can think about is that poor cat and the way it looked, twisted into a little heap of fur on the side of the road. And I feel so guilty. And heartbroken.
I wanted to stop and see if it was alive and take it to a vet if so, but the tight traffic, the lack of a place to pull over, and the fact that I was running late as it was, conspired to make that impossible.
But now all I can think about is that poor cat and the way it looked, twisted into a little heap of fur on the side of the road. And I feel so guilty. And heartbroken.