So this morning I was walking my 9 year-old daughter to her friend's house so they could walk to school together. As we approach the intersection to cross the street, I notice a cottontail bunny dragging himself across the road He had clearly been hit/run over but was still alive and trying to get across the street. I quickly ushered my daughter away so she wouldn't see. There was no way I could leave him there knowing he would just be run over multiple times and possibly still not be killed completely, so I picked him up and put him under some bushes. It was awful. One of his back legs was almost completely severed and was dangling . He had the sweetest little face. I pray he died already. I can't get it out of my mind and just keep seeing it over and over. M Also, trauma (animal or otherwise, REALLY isn't my thing). Anyway, I just had to get this off my chest because I can't stop thinking about the poor little guy.