Watershipped

Yesterday I witnessed a rabbit dying.

Other bunnies were gathered around it,
as it took its final breath.

It kicked its back legs
in one last attempt to run off into the meadow,
but it was too badly hurt.

I wanted to help,
but I didn't have the strength to end its life.

I had hoped to put it out of its misery,
but let it die on its own accord.

Had it been a human being,
maybe,
quite possibly,
I could have ended it.

What does this say about my personality?

Wen a human life means less than that of an innocent suffering rabbit?