Never
Come What May
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..when on the other side of the road I spotted a grey squirrel laying on the ground. It had been bit by something but it wasn't dead, instead it twitched along the ground, its front legs still trying to 'crawl' to the shoulder. It only took a brief glance to tell that:
1. It was dying.
2. It was in pain.
My mother had seen it as well, and I asked her to stop, but instead she sped up and went right by it.
Her explanation? She wasn't going to hit it, it might have bitten me and how was I going to kill it? With a stick? A rock?
I honestly don't know what I would have done if she had stopped, or more to the point, how I would kill it or even if I could. Still, I can't be the only person to feel an obligation toward an animal that's in pain; if an animal is dying at least let it die quickly.
Am I totally off base here?
1. It was dying.
2. It was in pain.
My mother had seen it as well, and I asked her to stop, but instead she sped up and went right by it.
Her explanation? She wasn't going to hit it, it might have bitten me and how was I going to kill it? With a stick? A rock?
I honestly don't know what I would have done if she had stopped, or more to the point, how I would kill it or even if I could. Still, I can't be the only person to feel an obligation toward an animal that's in pain; if an animal is dying at least let it die quickly.
Am I totally off base here?