dead cat

I had some english [sic] language lessons during my studies but I was a bad student. So my level is not good.
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I had some Javanese language lessons during my studies but I was a bad student. So I'm not good at it.
-- me --

Depressing content alert: proceed at your own risk!

It happened about a year ago. My lover and I was going out of the house to fetch early dinner. The sun hadn't set, so it's not very dark.

At the end of the path lied a cat, not moving. Another cat was sitting nearby, watching idly. I remember asking my lover, why those cats are behaving strangely. But before I finished my sentence, he said that the cat that laid down was dead.

As we rode past it, I saw a small, dark pool near the dead cat's head. It was until sometime later it occurred to me that it was blood. The cat had been hit by a passing vehicle.

Unfortunately that image burnt into my memory. Image of that evening with weak sun-rays. The stillness of the dead cat. The stillness of its friend, perhaps seeing one of the many ways death dealt with its species.

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