So, through all this torment growing up in my Mother's house I had my real friends, the dogs and cats. We had a Collie named Sandy, A boxer-Bloodhound named trouble, A chihuahua named Bo Bo, A sheltie named Shannon, And two cats Cocoa-Calico, and Stormy-gray cat. Well, if they did something wrong like pee in the house or poop or get dirty my Mother would go on a rant saying that if they kept it up she would give them a "Needle". What she meant was she would take them to the vet and have them destroyed or "Put to sleep" as she worded it. Well, Sandy was about 6, had weak back legs and growths on his back. Trouble was starting to get testy and my mother felt he had a brain tumor. (He was just testy), and Stormy was starting to have loose stools all the time. So my Mom called this place called (Maybe I should not use the name, it is still there). It was a shelter. My mom and my good sister packed up the three Trouble, Sandy and Storm and asked me to come along. My mom explained that they were sick and being put down. No not by needle, she got a deal on a big death packet, they could all be gassed together and it would be the same price. A three for one, what a ****ing bargain. So, we drove there and the dogs knew, I swear they knew they had to be dragged and my mom and sister stayed in the car and I had to carry trouble and drag Sandy. My mom has this policy that when an animal is destroyed you have to stay and see the body, see they might sell it to science and that would not happen to one of her animals. So, I watched them and even assisted as they pushed, more like crammed my friends into a small door, more like an oven and shut the door. The gas hummed and I stood there sick waiting to look at my dead animals. I viewed them and went back. My mom and my sister was so hysterical crying, I lied. I told them that it was not bad, it was very fast, they had room and each other to die quickly. They died horribly. I however told them what really happened years later after I moved out. Bo Bo was old and losing control. Gas is cheaper and since it was so lovely she was going to give him the same exodus as the other three. I laid it out for her and Bo Bo lived for several more years on a long leash in her kitchen. She felt awful, I felt like a traitor and a killer. I have since in my adulthood had to put to sleep several of my companions for good cause. I will not allow an animal to suffer. However, they do get the shot and I do stay with them every minute comforting them into death.