May 29th, 2006

flesh

Mouser

One of the cats left a mouse on the lawn. I figured I'd scoop it up and dispose of it rather than letting them eat it and then having them vomit it around the house.

Armed with two sheets of Bounty I headed out into the garden. As I rolled it onto the paper I thought I saw it move slightly. Then, to my horror, it gasped for a lung full of air.

It took the poor thing twenty minutes to die. I sat with it in my hands as it desperately fought to hold on. I felt totally helpless. All I could offer it was the warmth from my hands.
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