I saw a little kitten who was run over today. I picked him up in the hopes that he would still be alive. I checked his breath but could not find any. It was too late. I did not know what else to do but place him on top of a bench and cover him with a piece of cloth that I had with me. I wrote him a note that said: Rest in peace, little kitten. You are loved.
I know that life is impermanent. Of course I know this, but it still makes me really sad. I don't know why things are the way they are in general. And I don't know why innocent beings suffer. And I don't know why I'm feeling so much grief. Perhaps we are meant to feel the interconnection of all of life.
I was too late. I named him Madison after the street where I found him. I knew him only briefly. I wanted him to live. In that short moment where I did not know whether he was alive or not, I wanted him to live.
Please consider adopting or fostering any animal in honor of Madison. Please consider saving a life.
Rest in peace, little kitten. You are loved.