At the junction of our cul-de-sac lay a cat, fatally injured after being hit by a car.
Maybe the driver knew nothing about it as the poor tabby lay in the road.
I carefully placed the cat on the grass bank by the edge of the road and then went to work.
But my mind kept on turning. Who should I call? For me, it wasn’t the removal of the body that was the worst thing, it was knowing what the poor owners were going through.
I just know I would be going out of my mind if it were my pet.
My lovely radio listeners suggested the local vets and the RSPCA. But by far the most sympathy came from the women.