I was driving down our road (way to fast) and hit a young coyote. I started to swerve but realized that it would be better if I didn't make any harsh movements with my truck. I hit it.
I am not one who typically feels bad for hitting a coyote (because of all the havoc they cause on our ranch), but this one was the size of Lexi and I could see so much fear in its eyes.
This morning DH and I pulled it off the road and I said a little prayer. Lame, I know but it made me feel better.