Rebecky went out the back door and found a raccoon in distess just over the fence in the neighbors yard. The neighbors we get along with.
I went out and looked and the critter was very ill. Hardly moving, panting, drooling and flies all around the poor things face. If I had a pistol, I'd of shot it then and there. Put me in jail. Illegal discharge of a firearm within the city limits. Pay da fine.
The Animal Control bums don't work on weekends. So, after a go-round with the police and phone calls from the neighbors two cops showed up. A skinny chick and a chubby dude. It was kinda funny, watching them, despite the circumstances. They edged up to viewing distance, one at a time, retreated a few yards, conferred, took another look. and conferred again.
Then the macho chub pulled his 9mm and put the poor thing out of it's misery. I quess he got the short straw.
I wish I knew what was wrong with it. The under belly down by it's crotch was a mass of maggots. I'd want shot if that was my problem.
I'm thinking a fight with another 'coon - an accident with barbed wire or such like - something that opened a wound bad enough for this to happen. But a wound like that would be incapacitating, right?
Poor thing.
One consulation, the cops have a load of paperwork to fill out.
I'm a country boy and mercy killing is always in my book, and I don't care who or what.