Zooming down the boulevard today with Patty on our motorcycles, we
passed a cat that had just been run over in the street. There wasn't
much left of what had been apparently a half-grown kitten of the tuxedo
type. As we passed I couldn't help but notice how much he looked like my
Traveller, alevai ha-shalom. Then I noticed a large family standing on
the curb, clearly distraught and crying, with various members running
part way into the street and back again to the safety of the sidewalk,
unable to approach their pet because of the heavy traffic.

It took a few moments for the details to soak in, but when they did I
honked my horn to get Patty's attention and swung a hard U-turn right in
the middle of the road. I rushed back intending to block traffic with my
motorcycle until the family could run into the street and retrieve the
remains of their pet. By the time I got back to the scene, the traffic
had cleared and the kitten was gone. I assume the family picked it up. I
wish I could have helped.