Prick of conscience because of the homeless kitten

It seems that nothing in my confession is so bad, but I feel the prick of conscience. When I was 13-14 years old, I saw a kitten, it was white with gray spots and blue eyes. This kitten was homeless, I took it to myself, but I knew that they would not let me leave it, because I already had a cat at home. I just could not imagine how such a kid would survive on the street? It was already quite cold, the end of summer. Parents were allowed to leave it only for 1 night, but I was glad to that too.

When the next day came, I took the kitten and carried it to the place where I found it. Lord, how I felt sorry for him! I left him then, and I do not know if he was picked up, is he alive?

After 2-3 days, I went where I left it, but I did not see the kitten. She told her friends that she had found the owners. I knew that if I told the truth, they would condemn me. I really was looking for his house.

I do not understand those people who throw cats on the street, it's inhuman, heartless. We are responsible for those who have tamed, remember this. I'm very ashamed that I could not help him, that I threw it back into the street, even if he was homeless before that, but my heart breaks when I think about it.