Well, I've just come back from a veterinary clinic where I just brought my first wild painted turtle of the year, unfortunately to be euthanized, I was told. A woman had stopped her car a little ways up the road from the house and when I went to see what the problems was, I saw her holding a black rock and I just knew. Someone had hit the poor thing--the area above the left rear leg was totally crushed and separated from the body, although amazingly the turtle could move her leg. I hoped against hope that they would say they would try to save her, but the rehabber said it was really bad and that a lot of organs were involved. I broke down. My head tells me I did the right thing, but doubt still nags at my heart.
I couldn't have treated her, and was at the mercy of their judgement. This happened last year as well, and I was so hoping to get through the summer without this hearbreak again.