Was at work today when one of my co workers came across a baby bird sitting out in the grass. After everyone oooed and ahhhed over how cute it was they went back to work. I was the only one, it seemed, who realized that the little peeping darling was going to sit there until it either starved or until a predator came along. Or worse, a cat who would bat around, cripple it, and play with it. Which is why I hate cats. Birds can't get their young back into the nest once they've fallen out and I didn't even know where this one's nest was.
A quick death is a luxury few humans are given, let alone animals.
So I did the only kindness I could. I stomped on it as hard as I could and repeatedly in an attempt to make its death as fast as humanly possible.
Afterward I cried, like I always do when killing something is the nicest thing you can do for it. It sucked. I'm not one of those guys who has only two emotions. Macho and horny. Those wusses have emotions, but live in fear of what other people might think of them. Disgusting and pathetic. But that's for another topic.
But I wonder if I should have just let it go and spared myself the pain of having to kill it.
A quick death is a luxury few humans are given, let alone animals.
So I did the only kindness I could. I stomped on it as hard as I could and repeatedly in an attempt to make its death as fast as humanly possible.
Afterward I cried, like I always do when killing something is the nicest thing you can do for it. It sucked. I'm not one of those guys who has only two emotions. Macho and horny. Those wusses have emotions, but live in fear of what other people might think of them. Disgusting and pathetic. But that's for another topic.
But I wonder if I should have just let it go and spared myself the pain of having to kill it.