I was driving through the busy road on my way to work this morning. In the middle of the road, in the front, I saw a brownish object moving vigorously, staying in the same spot. It looked like a large piece of dry leaf fluttering in the wind. As my car inched nearer, I could see that it was a small brown kitten.
One side of its head was completely smashed in, red, raw and collapsed. But the kitten was clearly conscious and alive, flipping and twisting violently in pain on the asphalt road. It was clear that its condition was beyond help and that it would eventually die. But it was also clear that at that rate, it would persist for a long time in that state before it would succumb to its fatal injury.
A flash of thought immediately ran through my head: should I run over it to put it out of its misery? I only had a split second to make the decision on that busy road as traffic continued to move.
As I reached the spot where the kitten laid, still struggling, still sufferring in pain, I found myself swerving the car to the side, missing the kitten.
I do not know if I would have felt better if I had had the courage to run over the kitten instead.
After witnessing one of the most painful things I had ever seen, I continued driving away from the spot, hoping that all the other motorists around me wouldn't notice me crying in my car.
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