When I was very young, my dad accidentally let our pet Cocker Spaniel out of the backyard. She ran straight for the street and was hit by a truck. The truck didn't stop. I saw her covered in blood… My parents rushed her to the vet (Actually, one of them must have stayed behind, because I didn't go and was too young to be left unattended.), but there was nothing the vet could do. I was confused and kept asking, "Where's Golgie [Goldie]?" She was buried in the backyard. I can't remember if anyone said a prayer for her.
Life, death, souls, divine plans… What I can say with any certainty is that the world is a mysterious place. And I should probably quit making threads when I'm tripping.