Uncle Gabby wrote:
Last week I was walking to work and saw a squirrel get run over by a car about a block ahead of me. He rolled a little ways like squirrels do when they get run over (it’s kind of funny actually). When I got to him I could see that every part of it’s body from about midway down was crushed and blood was coming out of its mouth and it was having difficulty breathing. It loooked like it was drowning in it’s own blood.
I stopped and watched it for a minute and felt a great deal of pity for the little critter. I wouldn’t have hesitated to put it out of it’s misery if I’d had a gun or a car, but the only means I had of ending it’s suffering would have been to stomp it’s little head into the road. I didn’t do it and this bothers me.
I eat meat like there’s no tomorrow, and I have no trouble killing an animal. But unnecessary suffering of another living creature, even if it’s just a tree rat bothers me. I had an opportunity to end it, but I didn’t because I found the means of killing it extremely distasteful. Basically, I failed to do the right thing because I was squemish.
I believe this has somewhat to do with the fact that the majority of the people (in the US anyways) do not really associate with real live animals during most of their lives (besides pets of course). I mean, when we go to the supermarket to purchase meat, it is already processed and packaged for us. There is no real association to the actual animal that it is coming from. We even have names for the foods (ie. pork and beef) that differ from the animal.
Oh, and I would let nature take its course. By this I mean if an animal killing another for survival. If the poor animal was like caught in a fence or something, I would help it. [/quote]
My original post made it sound like I was really bent out of shape over this. I wasn’t. I didn’t stand there crying over the poor squirrel for very long. I weighed my options and not seeing any that I liked I moved on.
I grew up in the country, knew plenty of cows, chickens, pigs, etc. My uncle slaughtered pigs for sausage, and it was damned good sausage too, so I know I would have no problem killing my own food.
The interesting thing to me was how easy killing something with a car or gun is, but how unpleasant that is when there are no tools and no neccesity. I had a chance to help along a fellow living creature, but didn’t bother because I didn’t want to get my shoes dirty.