Yobo,
I have to tell my story,
3 years ago, as I was heading to work, I stopped in my driveway to let the township siclebar mower go by, I pulled out and headed down the road.
About a mile away I see a tiny kitten in the middle of the road writhing in pain in a pool of blood. It had been hit by the mower.
Having a soft spot for animals, and hating to see anything suffer, I stopped and pulled out my 45 to put it out of its misery.
As soon as I opened the door, the kitten takes off with incredible speed into the brush.
Now feeling obligated for keeping this animal from suffering, I called my wife with my cell phone to have her call work to tell them I will be late & to have her come down to help me since I just decided that if this kitten has enough balls to run away on 3 STUMPS, it might be worth saving.
After low crawling through brush thick enough to strip the fur off a rabbit, I catch her and get her out to the road at the same time as my wife arrives.
We drive to the vets, get caught in a traffic jam, and finally arrive and the vet clicks his tongue, shakes his head and sez, even if I save her, she may be more or less crippled, we say try anyhow.
Two days later, we pick her up, a tiny kitten (3 weeks old)with 3 huge casts on her legs and us in for feedings with milk and hand carry her to the litterbox since she can't walk with the casts on every few hours.
Now 3 years later, she has NO IDEA that she is handicapped (except when she tries to scratch her ear and routinely misses by 2 inches :-) )and races around the house tormenting the others.
This is a succes story, so is yours.
Too many others would have kept on going without the common decency to even check on the welfare of the animal, let alone shorten the suffering.
It's sad, but you did the right thing.
Ed
P.S. We named the cat "Peg" :-)