RIP, little groundhog
I feel sick with guilt. Yesterday, I accidentally hit a groundhog with my car. I was going down the road at a speed too great to conveniently hit the brakes and there were cars approaching in the other lane, so I couldn’t swerve. A groundhog started running across the road and wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid my car. All of this happened in the space of a second or less, so I didn’t exactly have much time to think… I just knew by instinct it would be impossible to avoid him. The underside of my car collided with him and I heard an awful crunching sound that instantly chilled me. I felt a sinking feeling and a sadness I couldn’t shake.
True, stuff like this happens all the time and it couldn’t have been helped, but you can’t tell that to the little groundhog. He didn’t do anything wrong, he was just trying to get across the road with his little legs pumping as he went. He didn’t know he wouldn’t make it, and he wasn’t expecting his last shocking moments to be as surprising and painful as I fear they were. My onlyl hope was that he died quickly and didn’t suffer.
RIP to the little groundhog. I’d bring him back if I could.
