Today started out a little rough. As J and I were about to embark on our bikes and have a little picnic in the park, some douche ran over a cat right in front of my house. And then of course sped off leaving the poor girl lying in the street gasping her last breaths.

I had no idea what to do. The neighbors all swarmed around as she was laying there, mewing and reaching out with her paws in a sort of “help me” gesture. I called the closest vet and they said they weren’t equipped for emergencies. J ran in the house and googled the SPCA. They have a free ambulance service. We gently rolled her onto a towel and lifted her into a pet carrier. And then we just had to wait. And wait. And wait. Everyone else scattered and returned to their homes when they saw we had help coming. It was only about 5 minutes before the SPCA arrived but it was too late.

It was so awful. I honestly can’t say I’ve ever gone through that. Maybe I have and I’ve blocked it from my memory or maybe those are just remnants of movies or things I’ve seen on TV. But the reality of this poor cat dying right in front of me has made me incredibly sad today.

One of the neighbors thought they new who she belonged to. The owner came by just a few minutes ago after he got home from work and I had to tell him she didn’t make it. Her name was “Mama”. He said he has had her a long time and has some of her children too. Poor Mama.