Playing God
Posted: December 22nd, 2021, 10:46 am
Those of a nervous disposition etc may wish to not read this. It contains what for some may be disturbing.
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Coming back from town late last night circa 10pm, i was with my son who was driving.
Not far from home, in our semi rural area, a muntjak shot out and he hit it. We went home (quarter of a mile away) - he was really shook up. We had a quick chat about what to do - we decided we'd have to go back and see what the poor creature was doing/what the situation was like.
He googled and read that suffocoation by plastic bag was a humane way to desptach it if it was needed and i also took a spade.
back at the impact area, we found it ... it was writing and stumbling about crazily, though no obvious external injuries. I'm guessing extreme shock.
I caught it and this just terrified the poor thing of course - it was struggling to escape and screaming. There was clearly a lot of "life" left in it.
So I let it go - I realised I couldnt use the spade, and I couldnt face the bag. And for all i knew once it had slept a few hours somewhere safe, it would have a blinding headache then go on to live a fulfilled, muntjacy life.
It managed to clamber up a bank into some light woodland which then backs onto some rural woodland and farmland eventually.
We reasoned that we had done the best we could do in the circumstances. If it was going to die it would at least do so in a calm environment, rather than stumbling around a rural road where it might get hit again.
What upset me when we returned home again, is that although I have dispatched plenty of rabbits, game birds, ducks, rabbits etc ... I realised I wouldnt have been able to use the spade on it, and it was too full of life to use the bag and then hold it for a few minutes while it suffocated
... and that realsiation and feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.
I couldnt do the right thing by it had it really needed it basically. I feel guilty that it may have of course had internal injuries and been in pain and has now suffered a painful lingering demise.
I couldnt play God.
Im quite shaken by it.
Thanks for listening - I just had to say it to "someone" but didnt want to burden my wife who has enough on her own plate at the moment - she works inj a community team in the NHS. My son was also quite shaken up by the experience - we sat up at home chatting over a beer rather than disappear to bed on his own etc... he seemed better when we eventually went to bed.
cheers
didds
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Coming back from town late last night circa 10pm, i was with my son who was driving.
Not far from home, in our semi rural area, a muntjak shot out and he hit it. We went home (quarter of a mile away) - he was really shook up. We had a quick chat about what to do - we decided we'd have to go back and see what the poor creature was doing/what the situation was like.
He googled and read that suffocoation by plastic bag was a humane way to desptach it if it was needed and i also took a spade.
back at the impact area, we found it ... it was writing and stumbling about crazily, though no obvious external injuries. I'm guessing extreme shock.
I caught it and this just terrified the poor thing of course - it was struggling to escape and screaming. There was clearly a lot of "life" left in it.
So I let it go - I realised I couldnt use the spade, and I couldnt face the bag. And for all i knew once it had slept a few hours somewhere safe, it would have a blinding headache then go on to live a fulfilled, muntjacy life.
It managed to clamber up a bank into some light woodland which then backs onto some rural woodland and farmland eventually.
We reasoned that we had done the best we could do in the circumstances. If it was going to die it would at least do so in a calm environment, rather than stumbling around a rural road where it might get hit again.
What upset me when we returned home again, is that although I have dispatched plenty of rabbits, game birds, ducks, rabbits etc ... I realised I wouldnt have been able to use the spade on it, and it was too full of life to use the bag and then hold it for a few minutes while it suffocated
... and that realsiation and feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.
I couldnt do the right thing by it had it really needed it basically. I feel guilty that it may have of course had internal injuries and been in pain and has now suffered a painful lingering demise.
I couldnt play God.
Im quite shaken by it.
Thanks for listening - I just had to say it to "someone" but didnt want to burden my wife who has enough on her own plate at the moment - she works inj a community team in the NHS. My son was also quite shaken up by the experience - we sat up at home chatting over a beer rather than disappear to bed on his own etc... he seemed better when we eventually went to bed.
cheers
didds