Beyond that, I generally dig most earth-and-air-bound creatures (fuck all those sea-based bastards. Fuck you jellyfish. And fuck shrimp. Yeah, I said it. Know that delicious treat you're loving? That's the cockroach of the sea.)
So today, I had one of the worst animal related experiences of my life.
A couple of friends moved into the neighborhood last week, so I decided to take my dog Kaya on a walk down to check out their place. She went a little nuts once we got there, cause they have two cats and the smell was everywhere. But I had her on the leash and she wasn't doing too much damage. It was just going to be a quick hello, so after a few minutes, Kaya and I head to the front door to say our adieus. Open the door, and Kaya almost pulls my arm out of the socket. When I look to see what's captivated her attention so much, I see it. A baby squirrel laying on the steps.
I pull Kaya off as quick as I can, and move away from the stairs. That's when I notice that the squirrel is laying flat on its stomach, unable to move. I guess it got hit by a car, or maybe fell out of a tree or something, but it clearly looked like its back was broken. Trying to keep Kaya calm and away from the squirrel, I then hear it. A death scream. Loud and piercing. It could be one of the worst sounds I've ever heard in my life.
So here's the moral dilemma - what should I have done in that situation? Walk away and let it be someone else's problem? Call Animal Control and have them come get it? Or do I have to put it out of its misery?
There's not a chance in hell that I could bare killing it. I know it was dying, and I know it was in pain. But I just would not be able to do it. My stomach hurt just seeing it there.
I took Kaya and walked back up the street towards home. Half a block away I heard the scream again, and it seemed even louder than when I was standing right beside it.
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