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hawkwing_lbToday was a good day, until I came home.
Walking home, I found a dead cat.
Not long dead, coat still clean and soft, whatever injuries had led him or her to die alone under a bush at the edge of the road hidden under its body. It was clearly well loved and cared for: I found a red collar around its neck, with the address and phone number of its owner written on it.
Taking the collar off the cat to read the phone number was kind of horrible. All that soft fur, someone's loved pet, and no warmth or breath left. I've been around dead animals before, but never a cat, and never one that someone was going to miss.
So I called the owner. Sorry, I said. Your cat appears to be dead. Sorry it's dead. Sorry I'm not going to stick around with the body to make sure you find it. Sorry.
If I was a better person, I would have stayed with the body, or delivered it home. But I'm not. I wanted to get home and make sure my cat was okay.
Poor cat. Poor owner.
Walking home, I found a dead cat.
Not long dead, coat still clean and soft, whatever injuries had led him or her to die alone under a bush at the edge of the road hidden under its body. It was clearly well loved and cared for: I found a red collar around its neck, with the address and phone number of its owner written on it.
Taking the collar off the cat to read the phone number was kind of horrible. All that soft fur, someone's loved pet, and no warmth or breath left. I've been around dead animals before, but never a cat, and never one that someone was going to miss.
So I called the owner. Sorry, I said. Your cat appears to be dead. Sorry it's dead. Sorry I'm not going to stick around with the body to make sure you find it. Sorry.
If I was a better person, I would have stayed with the body, or delivered it home. But I'm not. I wanted to get home and make sure my cat was okay.
Poor cat. Poor owner.
