I was coming home late tonight from shopping and I took one of the back roads home. It's shorter but not the best road in the world and very dark at night. Anyway as I was driving along, all of a sudden out comes this black and white cat, a real cutie, looked like my Dagwood. He darted out in front of me and of course I avoided him, almost running off the road. I'm thinking thank god I missed him when all of a sudden he turned and runs right towards my car again. This time I didn't miss him, there was nothing I could do, I didn't have any time and if I did turn I would have landed in the ditch. This road has no shoulder, it's road and then a large ditch of water, no safe grass area.

Of course I turned around to check on him and he was dead. There was no home anywhere around that he could have belonged too. I so badly wanted to find his owners and explain and tell them how sorry I was and see what I could do for them. I'm assuming he was a stray.

I cried the whole way home, I have never hit a animal before. I'm always so good about looking out for them, out here in the country it so common to see wildlife on the road. I felt so bad that I had done this. I know there was nothing I could have done but theres always that felling in me of maybe if??

I came home and got my husband and we went back again and my husband buired him for me.

So to the little black and white kitty, I want to say I'm so sorry for what I did and may you RIP at R.B.