I just met Seymour tonight around 11:30. I was driving home singing along to my favorite Metric songs. Seymour was in the middle of the highway writhing in agony, shocked and confused after getting hit by a car. He was definitely the last thing I expected to come across tonight. Poor little guy. Soft feline bodies don't stand a chance against cars. He was clearly still alive though so there was no way in hell i was going to leave him there. I turned on my hazard lights and stopped the car, dashed out, bundled him up in my arms and lay him down on the passenger side seat. That was a bad idea. He tried to get up and in doing so, he rolled off the seat and onto the floor. I didn't know what to do with him so I just drove, wanting to get him home. His breathing was loud and rapid the whole time. I could hear gurgling and bubbling. His body looked unscathed but he was bleeding from his nose and mouth. Every breath he took sprayed blood. I guess that means he had internal bleeding..
I called my friend NT and she recommended i call the Animal Medical Center downtown. They're supposed to have a night emergency vet or something.. Anyway I called and the person who answered kept talking to me about consultation costs and whatever other costs when all I wanted to know was whether or not I could bring this poor suffering cat in and put him out of his misery. In the end I didn't have to bring Seymour anywhere. He died soon after and I'm glad he did. It was a relief not to see him suffering anymore and hear his painful labored breaths.
I had my usual few minutes of major waterworks and drama and self-blame, then i wrapped him up in a towel and now his body is downstairs waiting for tomorrow so I can bring his body to my regular vet to be sent for cremation. We'll never know who drove into Seymour and went on without even checking to see if he was still alive, or move him out of further harm's way. I'll never understand how some people can be so heartless. They disgust me and I only want horrible things for them in life.
Seymour was a large, male, black and grey tabby. He was probably somewhere between 2 and 4 years old. His eyes were yellow. He was clean and his coat had tell-tale signs of obsessive grooming. Lots of short broken off "split-ends". He will be remembered.
Rest in peace Seymour.
Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends!
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