At the start of this week I came across a situation in which left me feeling a lot of regret and anguish as I think I took the wrong option. As a matter of fact, I know I chose the wrong option.
To save or not to save?
I regretfully chose not to save. But it’s not my fault, or so I try to tell myself.
To others it may not have been a big deal because the thing that needed my help was a Cat. Yes an animal that supposedly doesn’t have nearly enough intellect and emotions as us mighty humans. But to those like me, it’s a life and a big deal.
I remember the morning it happened. My father was driving to the airport for his flight while I rode along in the passenger seat as I was too sleepy and decided not to drive. I soon came to regret this decision.
As we turned the corner just off my street I saw something that caught my eye.
You see, I have a really good knack for spotting animals whilst in a moving car whether it be puppies, kitties or rabbits (because they are the most common to hop on the road).
This time around I saw a kitty laying on the ground but for some reason it couldn’t get up despite being in the middle of making vicious swipes at a bird who began swooping at it. It was injured and laying just where one would turn the corner and unsuspectingly run over it.
It was the perfect setup. Although perfect is a horrible word to use for this situation, there was no denying what the result would have been.
I wanted to save it but I didn’t to stop my father from continuing to drive away while I sat there in the passenger seat with my face frozen and my eyes were glazed over and fixated onto nothingness. As we drove further and further away I prayed it would still be alive when I got back home. Yes. The agnostic girl prayed for the life of a small kitty to someone, somewhere she didn’t even know existed.
It turned out to be a small fruitless gesture because when I reached the corner where it had lay injured an hour or two earlier, it was crushed.
This story doesn’t have much of a happy ending but instead pain and regret however the only good thing to come from it was a promise. A promise to never ever choose the wrong decision again.
I think if I had saved it and nurtured it back to health it would look something like the cat in the picture. It would have been a lovely companion.