Monday... While coming home from an extra session of skating at noon, I saw a poor little prairie dog (kind of like a gopher, did I spell that right?) splattered on the road. Now, I get very emotional when I see an animal die, and I started crying in the car. My mother comments on "how she would rather not think about the dead creature lying in the middle of the road because we see it so often."
Tuesday... When I was in the living room, watching kids play in the park, a bird flys right into our neighbours window. He was motionless for a few moments, then started flying again, though, he had lost many feathers. Poor thing.
Thursday... Our city complains of coyotes lurking around parks and houses, killing dogs and cats, and hurting children. So, the city launches a program to kill the poor coyotes, and when they cant, they shoot them with tranquilizers and take it to a forest. Though this is a better alternative to killing, the fact remains that the coyotes were here first, and we built houses on top of their dens, killed their food, and left them no place to go. Also, on "Survivor", they kill more fish.

Saturday... When I was coming back from skating, again, my mother and I see more roadkill. This time a dead coyote is on the road.
On every single one of these days, I have cried for the animals that have suffered because of us humans.
Can anyone change my opinion of us? (Dont feel bad if I argue with your reason, its just because I'm upset.)
It also seems to me that most of the good things we do are to cure the things we messed up in the first place. *sigh*