We had two cats, Tigger, and Loco. They usually both immediately moved out of the way when I pull up. But, I guess Tigger didn't make it in time, this time. I got out of the car and our next-door neighbor, my friend Parris, came running over to me and said, "Kathleen, I think you ran over your cat!" I got out and looked under my car, she wasn't there. Quickly we discovered she had made it over underneath my mom's car already parked next to my car. My mom, hearing what was said from inside the house, came out the front door with a flashlight just in time as we saw Tigger take her few last breaths. One of the most worse feelings in the world is killing someone you love.
I had to work the next day. So did mom. My parents had just divorced a few months earlier. The next early morning my mom called up my dad and asked him to please come over to take Tigger to be cremated. We placed her on a blanket in the garage that night before. He agreed.
P.S. I took that photo on a film camera and developed the film and print it myself in Torrance High's Photography classroom with Mr. Steinberg. That's where I spent most of my time in high school - in the darkroom.
