I need to know their suffering ended, but I don't have the courage to. I need to know the dogs barking in the woods put an end to it all right then. I need to...
It's eating me up: all I had to do was wash them and take them to the vet. Brave little cream-kitty fighting for it's life; he would've made it and I just turned away.
All the hours I put in peanuts and I chickened out on such a great thing as life.
Will it stop haunting me?