to be fair, the dogs smelled them. and we all saw the terrified mothers leap out of the shelter of the pile of canvas, but i saw the little mouselings, newly exposed.
what do you do?
there, in my gloved hand, they were trying to suckle. their little eyes weren't open yet, but they would be in a day or so.
we had few options. the only real choice was to kill them quickly and humanely.
i cried a little.
and we went back to work.
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I understand. A few tears of respect, but some things must be done.
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