... no wonder you're furious, Joe! Once ... when I was about 12 yrs old ... I saw a cocker spaniel being struck by a car in the Main Street of the small village where I went to school at the time. The animal wasn't killed outright; instead it lay on the ground shuddering violently - and I found myself haunted by this spectacle for ages afterwards. And, in fact, the memory never really left me.
But, as far as I can recollect,
at least the vehicle's driver had the common decency to stop - and, along with passers-by, presumably tried to offer whatever assistance he could - on that occasion!