The cat suddenly felt an incomprehensible apprehension boiling within him. He could not place why he had killed that dog, only that he did. He began to think of the dog's family; his goals, passions, dreams; how he would never see anything again, how he would never take another breath. He thought about how sorry he was, but he knew nothing he ever did was ever going to return that bullet back into the barrel. The cat felt hopeless. Not knowing what to do, he held the gun up to his head, and slowly squeezed the trigger, sending a speeding, hot bullet through the hard bones of his skull and the soft flesh of his brain. The cat fell on the floor, bathing in his own pool of blood.