Good Deed, Crappy Feeling

Today, on my way to drive NSG to traffic school, I noticed a large lump in the road. At first, I thought it was a sweater, but as I came closer, realized it was a (deceased) cat. It looked like it would have been a cute, furry cat too.

I was distraught and since it wasn’t smooshed to oblivion yet, I was afraid to think that it could get further smooshed. I called animal control so they would come remove the cat from the road.

After I dropped of NSG, I had the option of going straight to his house, but something stopped me. Instead, I went back to the intersection where I found the cat. [It was in the middle of the two left turn lanes] I wanted to wait until animal control came, but thought that it would be horrible for me to watch it to get run over, so I ran to find an orange cone. Once I found one (from the nearby car wash), I placed it in front of the cat so that cars would avoid the cone (and cat).

I sat and watched it for an hour, waiting for animal control, all the while thinking about how awful it was to die in the street like that. Whether or not the cat belonged to someone, I don’t know. I just know that as a cat lover, I couldn’t allow for this one to get run over and over again.

I called animal control again and they told me that because it’s deceased, the cat isn’t a priority for them. They said if I wanted to, then I could move it.

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It was traumatizing. I’ve never really had to deal with/touch a dead animal/person and this… was quite unpleasant. I did the best I could, but the cat was stiff and hard to place in the plastic bag.

I cried. I cried because it was traumatizing. I cried because this poor cat should not have died such a horrible death. I cried because I couldn’t do more for this cat.

I always thought that good deeds were supposed to make someone feel better, but this one made me feel so much worse.

Tags: cat, dead cat, good deads

This entry was posted on Monday, Jul 12, 2010 and is filed under Life.