I went to the side of the house where my dad keeps his tools. I examined his variety of sledgehammers to try to find the heaviest, bluntest one I could find. I was going to finish this pathetic animal off with a single blow to ensure the slightest amount of suffering possible. I picked up my weapon of choice using both of my hands, spread them apart and lifted the sledgehammer into the air before forcing it into the ground. I knew that sledgehammer would do the trick.
I walked past the side of the house towards the pool, where my sister had told me I’d find the near-dead animal. Sledgehammer propped on my shoulder, I half-triumphantly climbed into the trench between the garden and the pool and followed the trail of feathers to a quivering pigeon that was missing the back of its head. I climbed up into the garden and decided that it would be most humane to slam the sledgehammer into his head, rather than another part of his body. I tried to stand tall, but my legs were quivering so badly by this point that I couldn’t. I aimed the sledgehammer for the head, lifted it into the air and closed my eyes. As I lowered the sledgehammer, I hoped that I would pound where I’d aimed and wondered if I would do a lot of damage to the body. I opened my eyes. The pigeon was not damaged further and still quivering, it’s right eye wide open. Damn. I aimed again, lifted into the air. Bam. I opened my eyes. No more quivering, eye still open.
I am proud that I was able to put my emotions aside and put the pigeon out of its misery. It had to be done. I just wish I was able to express my fears about the killing to my mom and sister, who seem to think that it was easy for me to ram a sledgehammer into the pigeon. I should have told them that my heart was pounding out of my chest and I couldn’t hit the pigeon hard enough the first time because my sweaty hands were sliding along the handle of the sledgehammer. But I put the sledgehammer back in storage, went inside to my devastated sister and mom and said “It’s done,” before going upstairs. I didn't let them see me rub my sweaty palms against my pants.