In my younger years my Sister called me on her Cell freaking out and screaming. Turns out she had run over a puppy. It wasn't dead and was makin' all sorts of terrible squashed puppy noises. (this is fairly late at night btw)
I was about 3-5 min. away, so I drove to the scene and sure 'nuff a cute little puppy was all squashed, but still alive and squeaking. Heart breaking really. It's back 1/2 was squashed, and it's guts were all over the road. Poor thing.
Was a crowd of about a dozen people gathered around this poor pup who was making quite the racket. Couple 3-4 guys, and @ 8 girls all crying and being hysterical.
I popped my trunk, grabbed a tire iron, walked over and stoved in the pup's skull. Killed it in one hit. It was the humane thing to do. I was kinda pissed that nobody had killed it yet.
You think the girls were hysterical before, you shoulda heard 'em after I put the puppy out of it's misery. TOTAL freak out.
There was NO WAY it was going to live, and they were just standing around watching/listening to it suffer. It's not easy killing a puppy, but I think it's ever worse just letting it sit there in pain.
Also on my Mom and Dad's 1st date, my Dad borred his soon to be Father in-law's car. While taking my Mom back home after the date my Dad hit a deer which totaled the car.
Quite the auspicios start. I'm lucky to even exist.