When i was in the Mental Hospital i witness this Giant Rat attack a pigeon. Which unfortunately i was too late to intervene and it was left seriously maimed in the courtyard . The pigeon was clearly struggling and the rat just left it. I was thinking "do I put it out of its misery?" but after owning parakeet as pets in the past, I just couldn't. I felt annoyed with myself as I didn't want it to suffer, but also I'm just not that kind of incel ... few hours passed, I looked out into the courtyard again, the pigeon was still there, looking towards the sky The poor thing was soaking wet, it was raining heavily ..... i got emotional.
i just thought the poor thing. Injured, in pain, none of its family around it? Just sat there looking knowing its going to die letting the rain pour onto it. Probably thinking "what a horrible World". I wish I could have done something but being a wild animal, as Dr weren't vets and wouldn't have done anything. When I next looked next day , the pigeon had died, . i buried it.
I just got so upset by this. Having images in my head of the pigeon just sat there in the pouring rain, probably knowing that's all it will see as his final minutes in this World.