I was about 4 years old and one of the feral cats in our neighborhood had a lovely little snow white kitten...my brother and I instantly named it Snowball. I was holding it and put it down to play in the grass. No sooner that I did this, the neighborhood bullies came up with their giant beastly dog Naru..a mutt that looked like a cross between a Wottweiler, Pitbull, and a Great Dane. Within seconds, Naru had Snowball in his jaws and I wanted to reach down and save Snowball but, I instantly knew that if I put my small fingers in front of that dog's mouth that they would be bitten off. I watched Snowball being torn to shreds and to this day I blame myself. Is it normal to hold onto this guilt into adulthood?