Happenstance.

This evening, we met with a little accident. Thank God no one in the car was hurt. We bumped into a mini van cos it stopped suddenly in the middle of the road while the traffic light was green. Just a little dent on the vehicle number plate in front. But to our horror the owner of the van hit a stray dog. And that bastard drove off, right after inspecting for any car damage, even before we could take down his vehicle number.

The stray was struggling in pain. We were too worried, too afraid, too lost, too traumatized. We didn't know what to do. Thankfully a kind samaritan picked up the dog and placed in on the side of the road. Shortly, the SPCA arrived after we called. The stray whimpered as the SPCA worker and the samaritan carried it into the cage, as if it knew what would happen soon after.

We were helpless. Didn't know what to do. Many thoughts flashed across our minds. What could we have done? What should we have done? What would happen to the the injured stray? The SPCA worker said that it would bring it to a vet, but SPCA would not review the stray's condition. Would the vet be able to save the stray's life? What would happen to it after that?

I hugged Jay Jay for a long time after I got home. He licked my tears, sensing my fear and sadness. He must have gotten bored sitting in my arms for so long, so he struggled out to look for his bone.

Why does it have to be us? Was it pure coincidence that another separate minor accident happened almost exactly three years ago?

I wonder if that bastard has any conscience left at all. I wonder if he feels guilty at all. I hope that he'll suffer from insomnia and nightmares, punishment for his disgusting irresponsible hit-and-run.