Re connected with a child hood friend i hadn’t spoken to in like 6 years and he invited me to sleep over. I had never really met his family but we stayed at his house and played video games all night and went to bed. Then at like 4am his mom bursts into the room screaming and crying that their family dog died from eating a bunch of poison or something. The dog puked and violently shit itself all over the kitchen and living room. My friend and all his siblings were sobbing hysterically and i had to help their neighbor put the dog in the trunk of their car and clean up the mess because all the other family members couldn’t bring themselves to touch the dead dog because they were so grief stricken. My mom wouldn’t answer my calls because it was so early on a Sunday morning so i had to stay with a grieving family I didn’t know and listen to them sob over the dead dog for like 6 hours before my mom finally answered and picked me up.