Please don't read if you are sensitive to possible animal death. Please, it's really quite depressing!
I went to another city today for work and I was on a very long bridge--7.5 miles to be exact.
Halfway through, I saw something funny in the middle of the roadway. It was a small black kitten, still alive. I don't think it had been hit. It was hunched down, but looking around, and was looking very, very scared.
I swear to god, if I was anywhere but that narrow interstate bridge, I would have pulled over right then and there and saved the kitten.
I know that probably no one else stopped. There's no way that kitten is still alive.
How the hell did it get three or four miles onto the bridge without being hit? I don't understand it.
I was in tears having to drive away from the cat.
I'm just sick thinking about having to go that same route tomorrow.
How did it get there? I don't understand!
I'm really upset about it. I've been upset all day.