Dear Ann Landers, Dear Ann Landers: Last night, I was driving in the city and hit a cat. 'Just some stray animal,' most people would say. I stopped my car and checked the poor creature, but it wasn't breathing. There was no identification, but I couldn't get over the guilt of thinking some child might be looking for 'Fluffy' or 'Tiger.'
When I was growing up, my two cats wer
Dear Ann Landers, Dear Ann Landers: Last night, I was driving in the city and hit a cat. 'Just some stray animal,' most people would say. I stopped my car and checked the poor creature, but it wasn't breathing. There was no identification, but I couldn't get over the guilt of thinking some child might be looking for 'Fluffy' or 'Tiger.'
When I was growing up, my two cats wer
Dear Ann Landers, Dear Ann Landers: Last night, I was driving in the city and hit a cat. 'Just some stray animal,' most people would say. I stopped my car and checked the poor creature, but it wasn't breathing. There was no identification, but I couldn't get over the guilt of thinking some child might be looking for 'Fluffy' or 'Tiger.'
When I was growing up, my two cats wer
Dear Ann Landers, Dear Ann Landers: Last night, I was driving in the city and hit a cat. 'Just some stray animal,' most people would say. I stopped my car and checked the poor creature, but it wasn't breathing. There was no identification, but I couldn't get over the guilt of thinking some child might be looking for 'Fluffy' or 'Tiger.'
When I was growing up, my two cats wer
Dear Ann Landers, Dear Ann Landers: Last night, I was driving in the city and hit a cat. 'Just some stray animal,' most people would say. I stopped my car and checked the poor creature, but it wasn't breathing. There was no identification, but I couldn't get over the guilt of thinking some child might be looking for 'Fluffy' or 'Tiger.'
When I was growing up, my two cats wer
