I went out into the woods behind my house and put the family dog down. He had just been kicked by some kind of deer or something and we were too far away to reach a vet in time. I walked back in the house and sat on the couch and cried. My kids came in and the moment I saw their faces I felt the guilt of killing my best friend. My wife told me I did what was best by putting the dog out of its misery instead of letting it suffer to death. It wasn’t the guilt of killing that dog that made me cry, it was the fact that I could have saved him if I had thought fast enough.