When I was young and on vacation in Mexico I found a beaten cat in a bag in the garbage. I’m pretty sure his back was broken. It was late at night and I thought I’d might whack it with a board to take it out of it’s misery. The girl I was with didn’t like the idea and talked me out of it, so I left it there. I kind of regret leaving it like that, but who knows, what if it took lots of whacks to finish it off.
I was on a date one time and the boy I was with hit a racoon with his car. The animal ran out in front of the car and it could not be avoided. My date got out and walked to the back of the car to look at the poor thing and then opened his trunk, got out the tire iron and... I stayed in the car but I knew what he had to do. He had run over and cruched the animal’s back end and it was suffering. I thought he was very brave to handle the situation. He was only seventeen.