This is an incredibly stupid thread, because who cares, circle of life, and the fact I've done lots of horrible things that I've never given a second thought to.
Last night I was driving home around midnight to my apartment and it was very dark, because I live in the country. I wasn't driving fast or recklessly or even drunk for once and I saw something small run out infront of my car. I slammed on the brakes and tried to swerve, almost hitting a parked car, but then I felt my tire bounce and I knew I had hit something that was small and soft. I pulled over and got out of the car. It was a little cat. I started crying, because I didn't want to touch it, but I wanted to take it to the vet if there was any chance I could help it. I got a towel out of the backseat of my car and picked it up, but it definitely wasn't breathing. It didn't have a collar either so I set it on the side of the road wrapped in the towel. Then I went home. Maybe I should have done something else.
Now I feel like a very bad person, even though I would never hurt an animal intentionally. So far my car has killed a deer, a squirrel, and a cat. One time we hit a butterfly. Does my car hate nature? I hope there wasn't much pain.
*hugs* It's always a shame when something like that happens, it seems to happen to nearly everybody. My dad hit a cat back in the 80s and felt miserable about it, and I myself hit a skunk on the way home from an unnecessary coffee run. On my birthday of all days. With a party going on at my house, I couldn't do...much, just go back and leave roses and move it off the road....did I mention it was a skunk? Not the most....good...smelling idea.
Don't feel like a bad person at all, but I know those words may not mean too much now. It just happens.
~T2K
