terareflection | (no subject)

Today, I was blessed with the sight of having to watch as a duck flopped around a busy street in pain. It's wing and leg were broken, because some asshole ran them over. Half of it's children were roadkill and the other half were actually able to cross the street because I actually stopped for them.

Why would anyone do that? I honestly can't wrap my mind around that kind of cruelty. Luckily, someone stopped and moved him off the street.

I called animal control, though. I hope that poor thing got some help.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Good on you. Shit like that breaks my heart. Last year, there was a cat dead in the middle of main street on my way to work. No visible external injuries. If it wasn't so busy and dangerous, I would've taken it to the side of the road in hopes that maybe its owner would see it and take the remains. When I left, there were just bloody chunks remaining of him. It was awful. I worked overnights. The street would've been empty at that time. Someone could have taken him aside instead of just plowing over him. It was so unnecessary and upsetting.