As kids like 12-14 we found a kitten alone on the side of the canal. Two of the more sadistic ones in the group decided to torture the kitten and started burning its whiskers off with a lighter. I did not like it and decided to leave as did two others with me, but I didn’t save the kitten and take it with me and all I am left to think is that the kitten suffered more abuse and ultimately death, confused, in pain and without its mother or a protector at the hands of these two ”friends.” As an adult who became a total animal lover I wish I had scooped up the kitten and ran with it to bring it to someone who would make sure it ended up in a loving home or with my own family. The pain of knowing that something (a baby) went through that experience without my help is killing me inside and I can’t understand why I was such a wimp that I did nothing in the face of that kind of sick evil. I hate myself and believe that I deserve every bit of pain that comes to me. I hope those two sadistic souls get what they have coming to them, but I just wish I had intervened and stopped the whole event in the first place. I was a useless, weak, wussy, moron of a kid even if I wasn’t a sadist.
