I keep reliving the event in my mind. I just can't let go of how stupid I was. How could I have let that happen? I was watching so closely . . .
Thank God no one was hurt.
My dog attacked my kitten.
Snarling.
Slobbering.
Pressing her into the ground, where she had no escape.
Thankfully, I stepped in before things got ugly.
Thankfully, I didn't have to deal with it alone.
My dad came in and slapped her silly.
She was so upset.
I was so upset.
I can't fathom how upset the cat must've been.
They're both all right.
This is what we had to do when our dog attacked my brother.
Maybe she'll learn not to attack kittens either.
When I see it in my mind's eye, everything is in slow motion. I can note how Raven's tail stops wagging as Zuza walks to her. A split-second's reaction, and her snout is pressed into the fluff of Zuza's side. As I jump to my feet, Zuza slips away, sprinting behind the chair she's not supposed to--but does--scratch.
No one likes to hit their dog, unless they're mentally ill.
I collapsed on the couch as Dad made the dog go outside. My eyes stung with tears as the cat sidled up to me, drool spotting her sides. I gave her a quick once-over, and she ran into the art studio the instant I let go of her.
I can't let it go. I blame myself.
It's not fair to the dog.
It's not her fault she has a high prey-drive.
It wasn't her choice to acquire a new family member.
I should have seen that damn tail, drooping as she readied herself for attack.
In the end, I take the brunt of the blame. I get the tail of it, as well as the front.
~ Oasis
[b:31355a7003]Nelson[/b:31355a7003] [i:31355a7003]The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.[/i:31355a7003] [b:31355a7003]Henderson[/b:31355a7003]
Scatter your seeds.[/color:31355a7003]
[b:31355a7003]Nelson[/b:31355a7003] [i:31355a7003]The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.[/i:31355a7003] [b:31355a7003]Henderson[/b:31355a7003]
Scatter your seeds.[/color:31355a7003]
