I attempted to assist this little wren today. With his front paws extended as though seeking relief from the excruciating anguish steadily eroding him from the inside, he was making his final, little steps. I was aware that it was becoming late and that he just had a short time left. But even though he was in the sun, I was with him, giving him a refreshing drop of water.
I reassured him in a whisper that he would go to a lot better place than the one we are in, that he didn't deserve that horrible death from poisoning, that death itself wasn't something he deserved, but rather a wonderful, joyful existence, that he would have starting today. I would eradicate all poisons from the planet. Internal organs erode, and death is a gradual, agonizing process. Are you even able to comprehend it? Could you see oneself in a similar circumstance with empathy? I'm sure you would feel much more sad if it had happened to your cat or dog...
Today was a little sorrow for me because I adore all animals and all things with sentience. I sobbed as a man stared at me in confusion and maybe even laughed. However, I didn't even view it or leave a remark. I glanced at him, and he gave me a final look before going into convulsion mode, stiffening up, spitting blood, and gasping for air. I detest those who have no regard for life.