I deal with that (unwillingly) on a daily basis. I don't necessarily believe in the 'identifiable diety' but I do believe in doing good, and right, and that each life is worthy.

We have a little bottle of 'pink stuff' in our pharmacy that when injected will send a critter to the great boneyard in the sky. The kicker is, you gotta inject it, you have to stare into eyes, and try not to cry because it fucks up your vision and you want a clean stick. And after a weekend full of hit-by-cars, "Fluffy is 18 and can't walk anymore", or "We found this squashed up bird", you walk past that freezer full of little corpses and know that YOU did that. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

I suppose for people it is the same thing. You can do what is right, but it's still the ones who live that carry the weight around.

~J