worst thing ever.
last night i was driving home after class, stressed out and tired, and i see this white blur run across the street a few cars ahead of me. obviously I slow down in case it decides to run back, and im always afraid of hitting an animal. but I didnt have to worry about that, because one of the cars in front of me hit it instead, and kept on driving. a cat, hit, dying and flailing in the middle of my lane. and i FREAKED out. i was on the phone with my dad and started screaming and told him i had to go. I pulled over because I wasnt going to hit it again, and fuck you to all the people behind me who beeped at me for taking my time going around it and getting to the shoulder.
I pulled into the driveway across the street and ran to the house, where some lady answered the door. i asked if she had a white cat, which she did, and I told her someone had just hit it. She started yelling and searching for her cat, but when she came outside she realized it wasnt hers. by now the poor thing had died, and i dont think I could have handled watching someone discover their pet had just been killed. she and I pushed it out of the middle of the lane so it didnt get crushed and then went to her neighbors to ask if their cats were safe. they told us they had heard someone in the woods calling for an animal earlier in the day, which is really really sad to think about.
who hits a cat and doesnt try to find out whos animal it is? I mean yeah, it might be hopeless, but try. and live up to what you did, fucking coward. i was so afraid the people would think I hit it and was just covering up my mistake, but i think my face let them know I really was concerned.
anyways, I got to my apartment and immediately burst into tears. i think it scared ryan because he had no idea what was wrong, but I just cant deal with animals dying. and i really could have gone my whole life without ever seeing a cat dying like it was in the middle of that street. the image keeps coming back to me right when I think ive forgotten about it, and its fucking horrible.
ugh.
im going to smother my cats with love this weekend.
I pulled into the driveway across the street and ran to the house, where some lady answered the door. i asked if she had a white cat, which she did, and I told her someone had just hit it. She started yelling and searching for her cat, but when she came outside she realized it wasnt hers. by now the poor thing had died, and i dont think I could have handled watching someone discover their pet had just been killed. she and I pushed it out of the middle of the lane so it didnt get crushed and then went to her neighbors to ask if their cats were safe. they told us they had heard someone in the woods calling for an animal earlier in the day, which is really really sad to think about.
who hits a cat and doesnt try to find out whos animal it is? I mean yeah, it might be hopeless, but try. and live up to what you did, fucking coward. i was so afraid the people would think I hit it and was just covering up my mistake, but i think my face let them know I really was concerned.
anyways, I got to my apartment and immediately burst into tears. i think it scared ryan because he had no idea what was wrong, but I just cant deal with animals dying. and i really could have gone my whole life without ever seeing a cat dying like it was in the middle of that street. the image keeps coming back to me right when I think ive forgotten about it, and its fucking horrible.
ugh.
im going to smother my cats with love this weekend.