So, massive, MASSIVE TW on this, please don't read if you are affected by traffic colisions, graphic injury descriptions, animal injury/death or similar. There are no images, only text.
I was driving into town with my housemate and a woman a few cars in front ran over a cat. It was twitching and spasming horribly because it had a massive head wound, bleeding profusely. It ended up basically jacknifing itself onto the verge, where it stopped moving. A guy with a Porsche tried to 'flick' it onto the verge with his foot (what the f*ck dude, that's someone's baby) and it gave one last horrible twitch and its head curled back and it just... Died? But there were all these people stood around and nobody was doing anything. One guy bent down to put his fingers in front of its mouth and he said he couldn't feel any breathing. I was on autopilot, I didn't care if I got covered in blood, I just needed to help it, so went to pick it up and a police car drew up on its way to another job and I asked if they had anything I could wrap the cat up in so I could take it to the vets and he gave me some nitrile gloves and a thick plastic bag. I didn't want to put the cat in the bag in case it was still alive, so we laid the bag on the verge and I carefully scooped up the cat and laid it on the bag. The police officer tucked its tail in next to it and my housemate and I took the cat to the vets. The receptionist came straight to us when we got there and took the cat from me to take it to the vet nurses, but it was already gone. I mean, it was badly, BADLY hurt, and I'm almost glad it died in a way because it would have been in huge amounts of pain and absolutely terrified. I just couldn't leave it there, cold and alone on the side of the road, and I didn't want the owners to find it like that, covered in blood, broken teeth, twisted body. Couldn't leave it.
I've been crying since it happened.
People have been calling me a saint, a hero, IDK what. The police, the people at the vets, my housemate, his mum, they've all said what a good person I am and it makes me feel sick. I did what anyone would do. I'm not a hero, I couldn't save the cat. But the bit that is worse is that people think I did something special by stopping? Like that deserves praise? Is humanity so messed up at this point that we just expect to leave injured animals alone and in pain, to die away from their homes and humans and remain anonymous and unclaimed, their deaths uncounted?
I'm sorry if this upsets anyone, but I'm just confused by it all. I'm distraught.