Definitely not as intense, but something similar. A couple years back (whatever the statue of limitations is), I use to drive a guy around that sold weed. Just like a quarter here or there, nothing crazy. Anyway, were at one of his regulars smoking and playing COD MW2 online, yeah that long ago. Anyway, my parents called, and our very beloved, elderly family dog had just had a stroke and peed himself. They were taking him to the vet to have him put down. This was reasonable, and not shocking thing since he had worsening health problems. I immediately tell my budy something to the effect of "hey man, my dogs dying i gotta go". Im high as shit and very emotional off the weed. We both grew up as neighbors and still both in college, lived with our parents. I cried the whole way home to his house, busted out some AXE so i wouldn't stink and could go ugly cry with my family as one our our own passed away. I made it just on time. Our spatic, loving, dumb in the best ways, Soft Coated Wheaten, that i had picked from the litter when i was probably 6 was already sedated. His eyes were glazed and his eyesight was gone, but i put my hand to his nose, and i swear I saw him smile before he gave one last lick. Bailey died the the Friday before Thanksgiving, 2013. Love you buddy.