In Which I Bury A Cat
Here I have the sad duty of burying a cat hit and run by a heartless driver. This never gets easier. This was in 2015.
(A lady down the street came and told me about the dying cat. I went and checked, and it was dead when I got there. I put him in the backyard and covered the lovely kitty with flagstones. He was a huge tabby and I was extremely sad although I had never seen him before. There is no excuse for hit and run, none. To leave an animal in extremis will bring the wrath of heaven into your life. Fuck, I sure wished it worked that way).
(A lady down the street came and told me about the dying cat. I went and checked, and it was dead when I got there. I put him in the backyard and covered the lovely kitty with flagstones. He was a huge tabby and I was extremely sad although I had never seen him before. There is no excuse for hit and run, none. To leave an animal in extremis will bring the wrath of heaven into your life. Fuck, I sure wished it worked that way).
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