It was quite disturbing.
I was mowing the lawn and ran over a baby rabbit with the lawn mower. I didn't see it in the tallish grass and it didn't move as I approached.
Ironically, I probably saved the life of the same rabbit three weeks ago when I mowed the lawn and noticed 6-7 of them huddled in a depression in the lawn and moved them to a safer area of the yard.
It was still alive and squirming after I ran over it with the mower. I was struck with a deep sense of grief (seriously) and couldn't decide what to do. I was thinking maybe drown it or put it under my car tire and back over it and give it a quick death. But even that was painful to think about. My heart really sank for a minute there. I really couldn't imagine taking its life in any way, but at the same time, I knew that it probably wouldn't survive; a sense of panic washed over me.
Luckily, my mom was around. She says it was dead when she picked it up. But I suspect she killed it to end the suffering.
I really don't ever recall being in a situation like this before and I hope never to be again.