Death, it’s a weird scenario which we as people have to cope with. We don’t like the fact of the scene nor do we even like the term, well some of us anyways. As I have found out again recently death is one of the worse things that anyone can ever feel, and when you think of it, the moment we are born we start dying. Then there is the dilemma of what we are suppose to do with our lives, are we suppose to become rich and famous, or settle for a job we hate doing for the rest of our lives. Last Thursday when my dog died, one of my best companions died it was one of the worst things that have happened yet. Then I wondered to myself. We know pets live short lives somewhat, then why do we go through the heart throbbing knowledge that they are going to die. The satisfaction of getting a new best friend seems like a wonderful idea, however, why stay with someone for so short of time to see them die? Do we like the company? Or do we like the fulfillment of knowing we’ll be bringing happiness to ourselves for a short