My family raises livestock and we sell them to others when they are big enough or when people want to buy them. We have a lot of little ducklings. One day i’m feeding them and i get the urge to just play with them, nothing unusual, just petting them and picking them up. I suddenly just get an urge to move my hand while I’m holding this 2 week old one, and moved it far too fast and gave the poor thing whiplash. I tried to get it back onto it’s feet, i tried to keep it alive, but it eventually passed. i think its neck broke, I killed an innocent little thing for no reason. And i love animals, i always say they shouldn’t be harmed. I’m a hypocrite for it. And i have this guilt that i need to tell someone. I know they die everyday in slaughterhouses, i eat meat and all of that. But it still bothers me …