But...FREAK. Seriously, F R E A K.
I'm rather upset over what happened just now, or rather, what I just saw. It's depressing. Actually, it was horrible.
I had just gotten home from school, after chinese remedial. I got off at my bus stop and started to walk home. But you see, there was this whole patch of grass just opposite my back gate, and while I was walking on the path...
I saw a black kitten lying on the grass. It was only, what, the size of my palm. Normally, I would go AWWWWW, as I usually do, right?
But it wasn't MOVING. At this, I felt myself go totally stiff. I kept denying what my head told me. I went, "No, it can't be, it must be sleeping, right?" But I was making excuses. Keeping myself from the truth, trying to hide in denial.
I didn't stay there for long. Cause when I pushed open the gate home, I was stammering. "Ma...uh...just now ah, I think I saw...it's not moving..." She must have understood me, and went, "I saw it." And then, she broke the truth, which I was so scared to confront.
It was dead.
Dead. My brain went into permanent blackout. I still tried to deny. No...no... But I heard it. And I knew, deep down inside, that it was horribly true. I started to cry.
It hurt. I mean, it was so small, so tiny...so...young. It didn't get much...or even a chance to live. Why? Why did God have to take away a life whose footsteps barely walked this world, it's bright eyes taking in everything around it?
I realised life is fragile. So very fragile.
It can be snuffed out so very suddenly, when you least expect it.
I cried. Cried for this kitten who lost it's life. Cried for a LIFE.
Actually, in a rather ironic way, it touched my life. I realised I care. I care for lives. And I'm gonna show that I do. I swear, I'm going to help out in SPCA when I become of age. And I want to adopt a kitten, just like it, and raise it. One day. =)
Because simply caring isn't enough anymore. It's what you do that counts.
posted by melodine @ 4:24 PM
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