To the editor:

This letter is directed to the person(s) who on Saturday morning, on 19th Street, hit my mostly white cat. His name was Apollo, and he was a little over a year old. Yes, he should not have been in the street (no doubt chasing squirrels like he loved to do), and yes, accidents happen. But that’s not the point. The point is, you kept going, hurrying off to do whatever it was you were doing on that beautiful Saturday morning.

The vet said he could not have lasted more than two minutes after it happened. There was nothing we could have done to save him. But that’s not the point either. The point is he died alone, under a neighbor’s tree. You didn’t even stop to learn his name, or where he lived. So my message to you is this: I certainly hope nothing like this ever happens to a member of your family, four-legged or not. Otherwise, you will know how we feel right now.

Anne and Roger Liebst,

Lawrence