I was 10 when I killed my first animal. It was a whitetailed deer. It dropped instantly so i was nothing but proud of myself. I was 12 my next deer. (I was in the hospital when I was 11.) It was a 7 point buck and it dropped at first but then it ran. We found it with ripped legs beside a barbedwire fence. My papa casually handed me a small caliber handgun and just nodded at me. I raised the gun and the trigger wouldnt move. I stared at it as it's head twirled around like it was too heavy and it's eyes rolled into the back of it's head. That was the only time I have felt any sort of sadness. My last deer to do that got another shot straight to the heart. None of the others have really suffered. My papa was huge on accuracy so he'd get really disappointed if i missed. I learned to hit running targets so I usually just sent them rolling when I saw them run. Does that answer anything?