There was one night when we heard a commotion out in our unfinished garage, back when I was playing house with a girl.
A black and white neighbor cat named “Oreo” had been chased into the garage by two large pit-bulls.
We heard the worst sounds a cat lover could ever hear. My adrenaline spiked and I bolted to the garage barefoot, my right hand immediately grabbed my hatchet off the tool wall. I always kept my hatchet sharp with a grinder wheel…
These fucking dogs were huge, and I didn’t even think about it in the moment.I let out some scream from a place that I didn’t know I had.
Only a blink, there was only a single moment when I thought about killing these animals. Logic set in. This is nature man. Two dogs doing what dogs do. I flipped the hatchet around so the blunt end would be my protection, but there was no need. They picked up on my energy and got the fuck out of there.
Oreo was too far gone. I knew instantly.
I suggested that the girl leave but she didn’t.
It was the last moments. I haven’t been around for much “death”. Regardless of how I sometimes type, I’m against it.
Serial killers talk about being hung up on the eyes in those last moments, this cat ,,man. It was like it was looking through me into somewhere far away. It knew that I was there, but it was more fixated on the invisible horizon. It would open it’s mouth but no sound came out, just staring off into some distance that I could not perceive.
The end was peaceful. I know it sounds crazy.I know it sounds counter-intuitive.
The girl started crying.
She loves cats as much as I do, but I love them like brothers and sisters, she loves them like children.. could never really get my head around that.
The end was peaceful for the cat, And I had no ambitions to track down those dogs and extract revenge. They’re just dogs, doing what they do.
very intense memory.
I was a hair away from skull bashing two large dogs.
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