When I was a young man the family dog developed some kind of huge cyst or tumor or something. My father, aunt, and cousin had died recently, which I suppose is

When I was a young man the family dog developed some kind of huge cyst or tumor or something. My father, aunt, and cousin had died recently, which I suppose is why the dog didn’t get taken to the vet. Could simply have been bad finances. The dog was leaking body fluids. I put a trash bag on the floor of the car and drove him to a place neither of us had ever been, the Humane Society. About a mile away he started to scream and shake. It was a human-sounding scream. It didn’t stop when we arrived. He tried weakly to bite me as I extracted him from the back seat, and didn’t stop screaming when I left.