That feeling when you see a dying young deer on the side of the road, pull over and talk to him, look at the blood coming from his mouth, the blood on the curb from him trying to get off the road after being hit, and seeing a cop come to tell me that I should leave if I didn't want to see it killed.
I really wanted to pet it, try and comfort it, but I didn't want to freak the poor thing out and have 'em be in any more pain. I've always thought deer were beautiful animals, and I want to be close to them, maybe pet one. It kind of hurts seeing so many around on the side of the road, and being almost desensitized to the sight of a dead deer.
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