In the light of the full moon, I saw the cat sprawled on its back, its head twisted to one side, its four paws straight up in the air.
Even from my bedroom window high above the ground, I recognized the cat.
The cat named Rip.
And I knew without going down there that I had killed it again.
Killed it for a third time.
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