I am heartsick. I ran over my deaf cat today. She was lying on the driveway in the sun, and did not hear me drive up. I was not paying attention, which is why I feel so guilty. We took her to the vet. Recovery would have been difficult if not impossible. And definitely expensive. She was about 18 years old. So I brought her home and buried her in the yard. In that hole I had dug for a different cat, who currently seems remarkable chipper, for being at death's door in January.
I am really sad. And feeling very guilty. And irresponsible. And sad.
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