KENNEWICK — The night promised to be a cruel one. Razor-sharp cold and snow.
With the weather forecast predicting dropping temperatures, I raced into town to take care of errands that might be impossible if the first snowflakes of the season arrived.
But it was on the way home that this story truly begins — or ends.
Inside my chilly car, the holiday spirit wrapped its warmth around me as I thought about family coming to visit.
I envisioned the days ahead; a toasty fire roaring in the living room fireplace and the sound of laughter that would soon warm our home. The chill would stand silently beyond the frosty windows.
My thoughts were interrupted as I caught a small silhouette lying on the glistening asphalt ahead, my headlights lighting the roadway. With a quick turn of my steering wheel, I sped past the tiny form — and my heart sank.
It appeared to be motionless.
I braked in the darkness. To leave an injured animal alone and vulnerable was something that I couldn’t live with, no matter how hurried my life seemed to be. But apparently, someone else could.
With my hazard lights flashing in the stillness, the first flakes floating to the ground, I walked back to where the cat lay.
Still. Quiet. Beautiful.
I hoped for a heartbeat as I touched its fawn-colored fur cooling in the wintry night, but there was none. Then I lifted it from the roadway and placed it tenderly away from harm’s way.
Was it abandoned, I wondered? Dropped on our country road to forage for itself? Or was a child calling for their kitty and wondering why it hadn’t come home?
These questions remain unanswered.
But that night, as I mourned the loss of this little life left to die by a callous driver, I felt a thought wrap around my heart.
If God knows when a sparrow falls, most certainly He knew when a small, defenseless kitty died in the cold alone.