by Steven in Winder
Just over an hour ago, one of my little foster kitties lost her life to some P.O.S. driver in my development who apparently had little regard for their speed in a residential neighborhood or the fact that he/she hit a cat and decided to keep going without stopping.
My wife was just about to our street when she saw her on the side of the road. She called me and I raced out of the house. My little girl didn't suffer as she died quickly from her head wound. Her body was still warm.
I just finished burying her as her sister looked on in mourning. She was one of the seven that I had spayed, neutered and rabied.
I welcomed them to my large fence-in back yard, supplied them with a heated shed for cold winter nights and comfortable beds. I feed them well too.
They have grown accustomed to each other though only three of them were sisters from the same litter. She was a beautiful gray long-hair with bright green eyes who wrapped herself around me at feeding time.
The other cats will miss her and so will I. She's already at the Bridge with the other kitty I lost last year to feline leukemia. I feel I am giving them a longer life at a quiet home on a peaceful cul-de-sac than if I had never cared for them at all.
My sweet Brindle's Girl (named after her mom) had picked the wrong time to wander too far from our street.