A few years ago my great aunt Marian who was born with polio ended up having to be moved to a nursing/hospice care facility. I realized that I may never see her again so I figured why not visit her.
As I walked into the place and was waking down the hall towards her room, I heard a nurse at the nurses station call for a crash cart. I didn't think anything of it and kept walking. I ended up walking into the room and well saw a nurse and a doctor working on. Then I saw someone wheel in the crash cart and it was then I realized she was on deaths door. The doctor decided to stop after finding out that she had a DNR setup.
I just stood there frozen as she took her final breaths, nurses with the crash cart left, the doctor stood by and a good minute or so later he checked her pulse and called it. Telling the nurse the date and time.
Also my Laso Apso mix Munchie ended up living to the age 20, by the time he was 20, he could barely see, had trouble walking, urinated and pooped in the house and if you let him outside he would just stay get lost in the backyard and not know to come back to the door to come in. It was then that my mother and father decided its best that not suffer anymore. We took him to our local vet and decided to have him euthanized.
The vet gave us the option if we wanted to watch him get euthanized and I decided to do it. We went into the room and the vet had a needle and everything setup. She let me hold Munchie while she got everything ready. I remember like it was yesterday, she stuck the needle in him and he yelped and then whimpered for a few seconds and then his breathing got labored until within 2 minutes it was over. I started bawling badly when he stopped whimpering. Horrible experience that I wish nobody has to go through.
We were allowed to take Munchie home for burial, we put him a box in the garage until my father came home from work so we could all bury him as a family. The most heart wrenching moment of the whole day was when my Black Lab Duke came outside to go the bathroom, immediately went into the garage, walked over to where the box was, looked at it, sniffed it and just laid down next to it for the remainder of the day staring at it. I had this feeling that he knew Munchie had passed.
Duke would die a few years afterwards at the age of 9 from what we believe to be cancerous growths in his belly. Took him to the vet, he was happy and giddy when the vet took him away for overnight observation and testing. That was the last time I saw him alive. Came home from college classes the next day, only to find him in the garage on the ground postmortem. I laid down next to him and just kept on petting him, pissed off I never I got to say goodbye