What a sad topic, but it is part of life, all things dying. I once witnessed a mouse run across the road and get run over by an 18-wheeler. I still recall the sickening little explosion of guts as it got pulverized under the wheel it ran under! Eww! Then I saw a very sad sight of a squirrel that had been hit by a car and it's back end was smashed, but he had his head up looking around. I was horrified and tempted to go back and run over it just to put it out of its misery, but I couldn't bring myself to do it! I doubt it lived too much longer though. Poor thing! I ran over an opossum on a slick winter's night in our neighborhood. I felt so bad, I circled back around. He was dragging himself off into the neighbor's yard. The next day hubby told me there was a dead 'possum in the neighbor's yard (wish he hadn't told me!). The only pet that I witnessed dying was our first parakeet, He died in my hands, with me sobbing my heart out over him. I refuse to be with my pets when they're being put to sleep - hubby has to deal with that.
