Have compassion

It must have been about four years ago.  I was watching the house while my parents were away.  One morning, when I got to the bottom of the stairs to look around the house, I saw a little cat.  It meowed weakly.  It needed food.  But I had a hard heart and chased it away.  The next morning, I saw that cat again.  This time it had crawled into the garage and died.  I buried it.