I Don't Kill

This morning I found a chipmunk in my garage. It had been caught by one of our numerous cats and was barely alive. The poor creature lay on it's back with it's legs in the air, breathing short, quick breaths. It was obviously not going to survive. The best thing I could have done for it was to put it out of it's misery--kill it. But gazing at the poor, helpless little animal, I knew I could never do it. Even though death was the best thing for this chipmunk, there was no way I would do it. I wouldn't even know how.
I've never killed anything. Well, except for those mosquitoes I've slapped and the bugs I've accidentally stepped on. But other than the occasional insect, I've never killed anything, not even with my car. Which is pretty good considering I live in the woods where there is an abundance of animals crossing the road and I've been driving for a little over a year.
Death is such a strange thing. Everything only has one life; who am I to take something's life away?
Have you ever seen death? Witnessed a person die? I have. It was this past summer when I had my internship at the hospital. There was a lady in 2Medical who had been sick on and off for a while. While I was there, she coded. The doctors tried CPR for almost half an hour but finally had to let her go. It was an odd feeling looking at her body and knowing she wasn't in this world anymore. It was so strange to know that I had seen her die. Just that morning I had seen her walking in the halls. And then she was gone.
Death is strange.