I remember when our dog died, she got run over and I blame myself for her death, I was going somewhere and I opened the front door not knowing the dog was away and out the door the minute I opened it, the woman that accidentally ran her over was distraught and so apologetic, our dog was covered in blood and I feel sick even thinking about it, it was awful, when I saw the aftermath, I ran home crying and ended up drinking milk, crying while I drank it, she eventually died in the car and we buried her in my dad's friend garden, she was buried in my mum's jumper.
