[chandracz]

This morning while driving into work I noticed some lady was half in the lane I was in and half out with her door open and her trunk open. She was hobbling (she was handicapped) across the street carrying something very delicately. As I got closer to her I noticed it was limp cat. Everyone was honking and going around her. I rolled down my window and asked her if I could help her with anything. She looked at me with a sad blank stare and said no he's dead. He got ran over by a car and I can't leave him here. I asked again if I could do anything to help her and she started crying and said no he's dead. There's nothing more to do. Of course I then started bawling my eyes out. This poor lady must have been out looking for her cat and found him too late. She said when she passed him the first time he was twitching, by the time she turned around and got back to him he was gone. He was a big beautiful cat, looked very healthy and so loved. I felt so helpless and so sad for her. I couldn't imagine dealing with a scene like that. I need to vent... Thanks for listening.