So I'm walking down Carlton west to Sherbourne, and on the curb at the side of the road I see a tea towel. And some flowers. And then, a beautiful cat, lying motionless on the cement. The cat had obviously been hit by a car and some passer-by may very well have spent its last few moments of life consoling it before they took the time to cover the cat up and make a little memorial. I knelt down on the sidewalk and gently pulled back the tea towel from its head. It was a beautiful little beast, with green eyes and a facial expression that wrenched my heart. I gently patted its head and said, "I'm sorry that this happened to you, may God bless you" and sadly walked away.
My own cat must sense I'm upset, because she's on the table rubbing up to me. I would just be devastated if anything happened to her.
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