A cat I’ve been feeding ran to greet me after work and got killed by a car.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as much regret as I do today. Regret for being where I was, at the time I was there, for feeding him in the first place.
He was always the most careful outdoor cat super wary of everything, but him and his friend eventually got closer to me and my partner as we fed and played with them. They’re my neighbour’s cat, but they were frequently out and about whenever and wherever.
He would never be social, but the last few weeks he’s been running over and even meow at us and let us touch him. Then now he let his guard down for one moment because of me and ran out from behind a parked car and got hit by a driver that didn’t see him (not his fault at all).
I don’t know if anyone will read this, but I don’t know how I will ever get over this guilt for absolutely everything I’ve done up until now.