Anonymous
7/5/2025, 11:54:01 PM No.33321173
We found a kitten on June 13. She was in bad shape, but we did everything we could to help her get healthy. She was a beautiful calico-tabby mix.
I'm 18. On the evening of July 4, around 5:30 p.m., I was going upstairs to put away groceries. I felt something under my foot but didn’t process it until I turned around and saw her tumbling down the stairs. I froze. Then I saw blood pouring from her ears and eyes, and I realized she was dying. I screamed until my parents rushed over.
My mom loved the kitten deeply. My dad picked her up and took her outside so we wouldn’t have to see her like that. But my mom and I stayed on the stairs, surrounded by blood. Hearing my mom scream and cry was one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced.
I feel so incredibly guilty. I understand now how people carry the weight of accidents, even if unintentional. It took 15 minutes before we could even move. I helped my mom wash her hands, gave her water, and called my grandparents. I tried hugging her, but I felt like I didn’t deserve to.
My dad told me not to clean up the blood, but my mom asked me to because she couldn’t handle seeing it. I understood. I got cleaning supplies and started scrubbing everything. Every few minutes, I’d break down again. The blood was everywhere, on the door, walls, stairs, outside. My dad told me to stop, but I couldn’t. I felt like it was my fault, and they didn’t deserve to see what I had caused.
They keep saying it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t believe that. I can barely look my mom in the eyes. I just want to hide. What made it worse was hearing fireworks and kids laughing outside while our world was falling apart.
Later, I took some of my mom’s Xanax and slept for 15 hours. But nothing seems to help. The kitten wasn’t even a month old. And I feel like a terrible person. I don't know how to handle this
I'm 18. On the evening of July 4, around 5:30 p.m., I was going upstairs to put away groceries. I felt something under my foot but didn’t process it until I turned around and saw her tumbling down the stairs. I froze. Then I saw blood pouring from her ears and eyes, and I realized she was dying. I screamed until my parents rushed over.
My mom loved the kitten deeply. My dad picked her up and took her outside so we wouldn’t have to see her like that. But my mom and I stayed on the stairs, surrounded by blood. Hearing my mom scream and cry was one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced.
I feel so incredibly guilty. I understand now how people carry the weight of accidents, even if unintentional. It took 15 minutes before we could even move. I helped my mom wash her hands, gave her water, and called my grandparents. I tried hugging her, but I felt like I didn’t deserve to.
My dad told me not to clean up the blood, but my mom asked me to because she couldn’t handle seeing it. I understood. I got cleaning supplies and started scrubbing everything. Every few minutes, I’d break down again. The blood was everywhere, on the door, walls, stairs, outside. My dad told me to stop, but I couldn’t. I felt like it was my fault, and they didn’t deserve to see what I had caused.
They keep saying it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t believe that. I can barely look my mom in the eyes. I just want to hide. What made it worse was hearing fireworks and kids laughing outside while our world was falling apart.
Later, I took some of my mom’s Xanax and slept for 15 hours. But nothing seems to help. The kitten wasn’t even a month old. And I feel like a terrible person. I don't know how to handle this
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