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So sad

I hit a kitty with my car tonight. It was late-ish and my own kitty had run out of kitty food. I was on my over to the convenience store to get some when a light colored animal came streaking out of the hedges on a side street and slammed into the front end of my car. I stopped immediately and ran out to see if he was okay.

Sadly, he wasn’t. He was very badly hurt. I can’t even describe what I did to him. He was bleeding all over the place, not he least from his nose and mouth. And crying terribly. I ran to a couple of the neighboring houses to see if anyone knew who he belonged to and no one did. The people whose lawn he streaked out of said he was probably in their yard munching on their catnip...a real neighborhood cat magnet and they’d seen an awful lot of cats out there that they’d never seen before.

I supposed that might account for the kitty’s lack of street smarts, if he was high on catnip.

We stood there for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. The vets were closed, nearest animal emergency hospital a half to three quarters of an hour drive away...what to do? He had to be put out of his misery. We finally called the police who said, yes, indeed, they do handle situations like this. They would come get him and destroy him. I didn’t ask how, I just wanted it done. Soon. His injuries were too grievous for any hope of recovery. They came, they took him, they left.

And I feel about as awful as I can remember feeling in a long time. It was just horrible.

Posted on 06/28/05 at 10:17 PM
 




Eleanor

Will it help at all if I remind you that this wasn’t your fault?  I totally understand why you’re so upset, though ... anyone with a heart would be, in your shoes.  But I understand because I’ve been there. The same thing happened to me several years ago and it truly is horrible. :(

Canada   Posted by Eleanor on 06/29/05  at  04:40 AM





Lynn R

Oh Kate, how horrible for you. Eleanor is right though, it wasn’t your fault.  :heart:

Canada   Posted by Lynn R on 06/29/05  at  05:09 AM





Kate

Yes, I know it wasn’t my fault. I’d just started up from a stop sign, just crossed the intersection—I wasn’t going faster than 15mph, but he still came out too fast to stop. I think he got tossed around by the front wheel once and then dropped onto the pavement. He was pretty mangled. I had bloody dreams all night and finally gave up. It’ll take a couple of days to stop seeing it replay in my head, I imagine. But worse than the blood, it was his agonized cries that darned near killed me. He should have been home, curled up on someone’s lap!

United States   Posted by Kate on 06/29/05  at  05:29 AM





Jennifer AKA Me

Oh Kate I am so sorry. Try and get some sleep today. I will be home all day if you want to call. E has to take my car to work all week.EEKS!

United States   Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 06/29/05  at  10:37 AM





terrilynn

Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry.  That happened to me when I was about 12 months pregnant and I was so distraught.  I was going from door to door trying to find someone to help me, and you know people love it when they find an hysterical pregnant woman on their front stoop after dark.

I’m sorry it happened, but thankful that you are the kind person that you are and saw to it that he was taken care of.  Lots of people wouldn’t have bothered.

United States   Posted by terrilynn on 06/29/05  at  11:25 AM





Kate

Yeah, people are a little hesitant to have anything to do with an obviously distraught person standing on their doorstep late at night. That was kind of interesting. I had to do a lot of shouting through glass doors. I had the thought later that it wouldn’t have been a very good neighborhood to get attacked in.

The house where the people came outside were really nice, but the guy wanted me to yell through his glass door first, too. “WHAT DO YOU WANT? YOU HAVE TO MAKE YOURSELF CLEAR!” he kept shouting at me. Like...at 10:30 at night and I’m half hysterical and he wanted me to coherently shout through a glass door? Yeah. His wife came downstairs and shoved him out of the way and ushered me right in. When I told them what happened, they both went out to see and then she got all weepy, too. I figure it was a really bad night for that poor guy, too. He went back in to get his cell phone and came out to call the police. They were there in just a couple of minutes. Cruisers are never far away. The police officer who took the cat was terribly sympathetic about the cat, “Oh puss, you’re in rough shape fella,” he said. He wrapped him up in a hunk of toweling he had in the trunk and gently put him in the back seat. He was quite uncomfortable with two teary women, though.

United States   Posted by Kate on 06/29/05  at  03:03 PM





Karan

:(

United States   Posted by Karan on 06/30/05  at  11:25 AM





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