Morbid thread #2. I know this isn't strictly about pets, although I suppose in some cases it could be. This idea came to me after my mother told me about something that happened at her workplace a couple of days ago. She works night shifts and she and her colleagues heard a lot of commotion outside. A heron was at the pond and had caught a fish. Unfortunately for the heron, it was attacked by a couple of crows and pecked until the crows were chased away by the workplace's staff. The heron was hobbling and scared nearly to death from panic. It tried to fly many times but couldn't. A while afterwards, it succeeded, but due to its panic attack it was very dazed and crashed into some walls. After it had succeeded in leaving the garden it was chased by a murder of crows that had presumably been waiting for it knowing it was injured. My mother heard the heron scream many times, and then complete silence. Kind of sad.
More relevant to this forum's topic, I have witnessed the death of a pet. It was back when I was a young teenager. I was waiting at a pedestrian crossing for the light to turn green. Out of nowhere a black Labrador brushed past my leg and hand and ran ahead. I yelled "S**t!", and it was hit by a bus. It literally flew high into the air and landed with a sickening thud. The poor thing was now lying in a pool of blood, a lot of which had landed on my clothes. I was dazed in complete shock. A couple of men ran out from the restaurant behind me. One mopped up the blood and the other carried the dog into the restaurant. Err...
I guess once that happens to you, you get a little used to it. I've seen a couple of road kills since. It was sad, like when I saw a cat once and a bunch of kids crying. I wanted to carry it off the street but didn't want to get involved in others' business, I guess.
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