Ran under the car as I was backing out of the driveway. Smashed its hindquarters. It lived into the night dragging its back legs behind. My daughter accepted the circumstances but I found myself unable to. A friend who always carried a .22 in the trunk of his car took care of it.
Some fathers are good at that.
I could have driven past. The cat s eyes stared vacantly into space. I swung the hammer down once, maybe twice, who knows, maybe three times.