Sympathies. I was in high school still when I creamed a slow-moving bird, but my worst was a tiny black kitten that decided to move only after I decided it was a piece of debris in the roadway at night. I gathered it up to take to an emergency vet (it wasn't a clean kill, which was even worse) but it expired by the time I got to the apartment to look up where such a clinic was.
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Date: 2005-11-04 11:49 pm (UTC)