Just one this time, and it's not something I consider fascinating or cool or anything like that, but it's a really personal thing that I don't talk about all that much.
1) I love dogs, I've had dogs all my life, but dogs die, and they die way too young. I never had to deal with my first dog dying because my mom was forced to give her up when we moved, nor did I have to deal with my Grandma's two dogs dying because she did the same thing when she moved. The first dog that I ever thought of as mine was Precious, and I had her for 14 years, and with her I was around till the very end. Since she was my dog I was tasked with being with her when she started to get sick a few years ago and when the vet decided it was in her best interests to be put down they said I could be in the room with her when she was put down. I didn't want my dog to be in that room with strangers so I agreed, and it was the hardest thing I ever did. No morbid details or anything like that, but they tried telling me what it would be like and I still wasn't ready for it. I don't think the nurses were ready to see a grown man who looks like a complete hard ass 99% of the time alone in a room holding his dead dog in his arms, balling like a two year old the entire time.
Sadly I realize I will probably have to go through this process again years down the line with Spot and then years later with my next dog, and then probably at least one more time after that. Like I said, not fascinating or cool, but it's one of the experiences in my life that sticks with me the most.