This morning, my fat white cat--so big and so easy to see, especially from as far away as you were when you sped down 12th and killed him as if aiming for him--was still alive, bringing joy to my family as he always had. If you had stopped, I could have told you how he followed us everywhere, like a dog, and how he generated such goodwill that even the worst day was improved by his warm presence. You could have seen that even his body was warm awhile after you hit him. I held him for two hours, until he went completely cold.
If you'd stopped you could have met him. Instead, you must have only seen and felt his body for a second as your cab hit it, before you sped away. Today is an empty day, and my family and I don't know what to do. What will YOU do today? Will you think about why you didn't stop?
Stranger Personals
--Anonymous
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