Nearly everyday when I leave my driveway I bear witness to mutilated animal bodies on the side of the road. In an effort to block these scenes of carnage from my consciousness, I sometimes view them like dandelion weeds or rocks protruding from the surrounding landscape.
But they are not weeds or rocks. They were sentient beings who wanted to live as long as they possible could. These creatures are certainly not "road kill". The road did not kill them. Human beings killed them.
I have a friend who will occasionally stop her car whenever she sees a dead animal. She literally gets out and offers a blessing for it. Isn't that wonderful? But even if stopping is too much, we can still offer a prayer on its behalf.