matusDog’s Funeral

There was a woman who befriended my grandma while they were walking their  dogs. One day she phoned us, quite beside herself, and I went to see what was wrong. It was quite a scene at her place: her dog had gotten killed by a car, her son was waving the corpse about and screaming, blood flying everywhere, then the mother fainted and we called an ambulance for her.
When things had calmed down, we went to bury the dog in a nearby patch of trees, in a solemn procession.