Last time night two of my best friends were over watching movies. My mom has 23 cats and they are all inside. Recently my niece found these three half lab and half pit dogs. They are beautiful, sweet dogs with humans, but will kill any other animal they come in contact with.
Anyway, knowing this we were all very careful not to let any of the cats out the door to the back when we would go back there for a cigarette. My friends and I went as far as to kick our leg around and watch the door when we were coming in and out.
Finally the night winds down, and this guy that I have a tiny fling with comes over. Him and I retreat to his house at the end of the night and at 7:00 am I wake up to a text that says "You left Thai (one of our very first cats) outside last night and the dogs killed him."
With this freshly new boy laying next to me, I burst out into tears and started shaking uncontrollably. I NEVER cry in front of guys, let alone a guy I've only seen a handful of times. So there I am shaking and crying in complete shock, and all that's going through my head are these vicious images of my cat that we've had since he was a kitten being torn to pieces by this pack of pitbulls, knowing it's all my fault.
Luckily the boy was rather sweet about it. With concern in his voice he asked if I was alright. All I could do was shake my head and try to mutter something intelligent, it was along the lines of needing to go home and my cat getting out and killed. He said he didn't understand what I was talking about, however continued to coo me to lay down. I shook me head, still shaking and crying, as he gently laid my head down on his pillow and put his arms around me.
That was the most comfort I got all day. I quickly got home, and my hysterical mother starts yelling at me. Then my lovely brother has been reminding me all day of how I killed our cat. I cried and slept all day. I had to throw up from stunned nerves. The only way I feel better is by not allowing myself to think of him, of his precious face, of my baby. :(