I witnessed the slow death of a dog last year at a friend's house. At first I didn't know and was in and out of sleep every time I heard him. I'm hard sleeper but something just wasn't right, and I kept waking up. I got up and finally walked over to the dog because he had come to me plopping down on the floor next to the sofa. I knew instantly something was wrong and I pet him until he calmed down. I went back to sleep and woke up to my friend asking for help to move him. I will never forget what I saw. He was already dead and I felt so awful! As we began to drag his heavy body through the garage opening, his head banged on the edge of the door jam. At that moment, I had a bad gut wrenching moment. It was so unbearable. I don't ever want to witness another death again.
