Probably the only creature on the planet would notice, maybe that's why we are so good at killing.
It's going to die any way, might as well have it first selves.
So we take, we take some more.
But in the process we kill other less tengible entitles, things like flow, joy, interaction, purpose, another through the world has lost.
Not by one particular person, but by instinct---survival, the very chaos lifeself.
No matter how well we build things, no matter how hard we love them, like everything else, for whatever reason, they are forth the end to take it away.