apparently my grandparents' cat found a mice last night and my grandpa thought the mice...

was dead and threw it outside in a paper towel my grandma tells me about it and i go outside and see. the little guy is still moving and breathing. i search online how to take care of him quick so he doesn't suffer longer. i bring him towards a paving stone and gently leave him on it while i go find a big flat rock. he actually moved quite a bit in that 30 seconds. but there's just no way he can survive, there was blood on the tissue and he didn't move all night and there was flies around...

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