Heartbreak about stray cats over 15 years ago
About 15 years ago, I was feeding stray cats in my neighborhood. I was in the 6th grade of elementary school to middle school. The distance was getting closer little by day, but it was a cat I would never let me touch. Even so, when they came to the front of the house, they continued to feed them. At one point, my older brother started feeding too. My older brother can't treat animals with love. I was just feeding them for fun. At one point, I got angry at my older brother's attitude towards cats, and we got into a big fight. The window was empty, so they could probably hear the house next door. The next day, the wife from the house next door came to my house. That house hated cats. I was told not to feed them because they are having trouble with cat poop. My mother handled it. My family told me not to feed them. They screamed like always, but they didn't feed them. After that, the cat was hit by a car and died. I remember that the corpse was quiet one morning, probably when he hit his head across the street from the house. I cried. It was 15 years ago, but I still remember it all of a sudden, and I wish my older brother hadn't done anything superfluous at that time. What a terrible thing did I do when they came to get food as usual. As a teenager at that time, I had no choice but to follow what my family said. Even if they say that, it doesn't change the fact that one animal lives there. More than 15 years later, my heart still hurts. My memory from when I stopped feeding them until they died is vague, but I also remember that there was someone in my neighborhood who loved cats, and that person fed them too. However, since that person has many cats, there is a possibility that they were not getting food well. Anyway, there are definitely mistakes I've made, and I can't change them. After watching a stray cat die, I became a high school student and got a dog. I took great care of her because she was so cute. And the other day, she passed away due to old age. I cried for a few days thinking about my dog. And now that I've settled down, I'm reminded again of that cat when I was in middle school. Is it going to be painful to remember milestones from now on? What should I do?
