You don’t have to read this, it’s a bit of an essay, but it’s about my “good deed for the day”, and something that’s really bothering me at the moment - About a cat that I saw get run over earlier.
I was walking home after a good day when I witnessed a cat trying to cross the road get run over by a passing driver - Who, fortunately, promptly stopped along with his friends in another car. By this time I was already rushing over to the cat, which had limped to the other side of the road, and started stroking it, trying to comfort it a little at least. It was not in a good state, it was bent out of shape a little and it was bleeding out of it’s eyes and mouth - Not a good sign at all. I started shouting at the driver, who still hadn’t figured out what he hit, saying “You hit a cat! There’s a cat!” over and over, signalling for him to come over, following which him and another man did. Seeing the cat, and the state it was in, they panicked a little, and I quickly asked them if they had the numbers of any vets. One of them did, but it was a while away - Probably too far, so I rang my mum quick to ask for the local vets number, as I have dogs so she would know. I rang the emergency number and one of the men spoke to the clinic, to which they told him we had to go in. I carried the cat on a blanket to the car, and sat with it on my lap, holding it close, ignoring the bleeding and trying to reassure it a little at least - It seemed to calm down a bit, though it was still bleeding and breathing heavily. Upon arrival, I went to hand over the cat to the vet but - and this part really wrenched my heart - it clung to me, not wanting to let go. Hesitantly, I handed it over anyway, and left my number and address so they can get hold of me to tell me how it turns out.
I know people will say “It’s just a cat, so what?” but I’m a huge animal lover and it really got to me, and even now is really nagging at my brain, I keep seeing the cat in my head and replaying it. It was a horrible experience.
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