After dinner tonight, my mom and I got into an argument. When the dust settled, I went on a walk to clear my head. I didn't really care that it was late, i like the night, and there was a full moon. There was a low fog clinging close to the ground, too. A very eerie atmosphere; the kind I relish and enjoy in solitude. I thought this walk was a great idea. But then I saw something in the road. A cat. Freshly killed. Roadkill. Wasn't very big, barely a cat, more like a kitten. I saw its brain matter. The head was completely flattened onto the double yellow lines of the roadway. My mind raced. Who did this cat belong to? Did it have an owner? This cat is here. Is animal control open at 10:30...on Thanksgiving? Do they even deal with dead animals? I don't know I've never been in this position before. There's a dead cat. Who hit this cat, do they know they hit a cat? This cat is small... maybe it never learned how to cross roads safely. Dead cat. Did it die instantly, or suffer? It's so cold out, what a horribly way to go. Writhing in agony on a cold, empty road, with the moon spotlighting you off for the world so it can watch you suffer and die alone on the barren pavement. What do I do? Do I call for help? Dead cat... I'm not a religious man, but I said a prayer anyway. Nothing fancy, just something like "Oh universe, don't let this cat be forgotten" or something like that. I just let the words spill out, I didn't bother to keep track of them. I just wanted to grieve. I love animals, and this cat is looked so relatively small.... it's life had barely began. Tomorrow, I'm going back to clean up the cat, or at least get it out of the road. Maybe I'll leave a few flowers too. I'm sorry little kitty. I'm sorry i couldnt have helped or saved you. Maybe if I had arrived sooner, you wouldn't have crossed that road. You wont be forgotten, I wont forget you little guy. Your life wasnt meaningless. It never will be. I promise.