If you haven't had the experience, well, it's terrible. It's long and drawn out, like a nightmare in slow motion. There’s a calm, clinical explanation of the procedure, followed by paperwork, then decisions you have to make when you can barely breathe, much less think. There’s being asked questions like, Do you want his ashes? No, I have my father's ashes, I said. I don't want any more ashes. I was holding my dog's lifeless body as the doctor went for the door.