A life not lived

Because of me a cat just died. It got scared by me and ran in front of a car. The car drove on. I watched as the cat went through its death throes. Some lady stopped and asked if it was dead. I told her it was. She said that was a shame, because there was a vet right near by. She gave me a plastic bag, but she wouldn't come near it. I had to do it by myself. I picked it up and brought it to the side of the road. I got blood on my hands. The body was still warm. I wanted to tell somebody but I didn't know who. This was the first time I watched something die.