the majority of us also understand the difference between killing for food and killing by accident/for no reason

two different things.

and, just so you know i am strongly opposed to factory farms

The majority of you who are so very worried about the little birdies probably buy dozens of factory farmed chickens ever year who have been brutalized and killed. . .and virtually all of you buy factory farm eggs, which come from chickens who have been tightly confined, force-molted, brutalized, and eventually killed.

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Tears came to my eyes reading that! that's one of the worst stories i've ever read on here.

That must have been terrible.

Maybe it was where i grew up. When animals were loose in the street it was like Deathrace 2000. People sped up in hopes of contact.











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[color=blue:c3acd36af6:018f30829e]Fucking murderer!!

I wondered why I aint seen many Robins these last few years, i thought the ecosystem had evolved a bit when all the time it was "Mad Car" Tron's fault! Hope yr pleased with yerself boy!!!

Nah, I know how U feel dude. I love animals so much 2 (except spiders, I kill them whenever) and I know how shitty it is to turn 1 into spam while driving.

There there Tronny

Plesae drive back and bury the birdie and lay it to rest

Tron, my heart goes out to you. Five years ago, I ran over a dog that darted out in front of my car one night. I know I hit him because I saw him only a split second before he crossed in front of my on-coming car. I remember he was small, white, and looked like a Jack Russell Terrier. The sound of my car hitting his body has haunted me since that night. After I pulled over and ran out of the car -- screaming for help and crying -- and headed toward where the impact happened, all I found was the blood stain. No body.

It is horrifying still, God it's hard to type this...It's horrifying to know that he didn't die instantly. That he probably limped off into the dark to die alone, in pain. I would have given anything at that moment to hold him as he died or race him to a veterinary hospital. I know there's nothing I could have done to stop it. I spent three hours that night driving around looking for him. I knocked on neighbors doors asking them for help. Some slammed the door. Others -- still clad in their pajamas, grabbed a flashlight and joined the search. I never found him. But he's still with me.

Friends later told me it would have made no difference if I'd "held the animal" to comfort it. I don't believe that. I believe it even less today than in the weeks following the accident. Not long ago, I had to put down my father's 18-year-old cat after she'd been suffering from painful kidney failure. I held her in my arms as she drifted off to eternal sleep. In those final moments, she and I locked eyes and with the last bit of strength she had she pulled closer to my chest. At that moment, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this little animal, like all animals, had a loving soul, felt love, and appreciated my comforting her. Tron, thanks for sharing your experience tonight. I hope you'll be OK. Love Xitlai
[This message was edited Mon Apr 21 22:34:46 PDT 2003 by xitlai]

Tron, my heart goes out to you. Five years ago, I ran over a dog that darted out in front of my car one night. I know I hit him because I saw him only a split second before he crossed in front of my on-coming car. I remember he was small, white, and looked like a Jack Russell Terrier. The sound of my car hitting his body has haunted me since that night. After I pulled over and ran out of the car -- screaming for help and crying -- and headed toward where the impact happened, all I found was the blood stain. No body.

It is horrifying still, God it's hard to type this...It's horrifying to know that he didn't die instantly. That he probably limped off into the dark to die alone, in pain. I would have given anything at that moment to hold him as he died or race him to a veterinary hospital. I know there's nothing I could have done to stop it. I spent three hours that night driving around looking for him. I knocked on neighbors doors asking them for help. Some slammed the door. Others -- still clad in their pajamas, grabbed a flashlight and joined the search. I never found him. But he's still with me.

Friends later told me it would have made no difference if I'd "held the animal" to comfort it. I don't believe that. I believe it even less today than in the weeks following the accident. Not long ago, I had to put down my father's 18-year-old cat after she'd been suffering from painful kidney failure. I held her in my arms as she drifted off to eternal sleep. In those final moments, she and I locked eyes and with the last bit of strength she had she pulled closer to my chest. At that moment, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this little animal, like all animals, had a loving soul, felt love, and appreciated my comforting her. Tron, thanks for sharing your experience tonight. I hope you'll be OK. Love Xitlai
[This message was edited Mon Apr 21 22:34:46 PDT 2003 by xitlai]

The majority of you who are so very worried about the little birdies probably buy dozens of factory farmed chickens ever year who have been brutalized and killed. . .and virtually all of you buy factory farm eggs, which come from chickens who have been tightly confined, force-molted, brutalized, and eventually killed.

selective compassion


www.whyvegan.com

tackam said:

I was just about to raise the word "Hypocrite" yeah. People don't like seeing animals die by their own eyes but if it's going on behind the closed doors of a slaughter house then all is fine and dandy...