I dreamt that a wounded horse got up to stumble away.
Under the horse was our dog Luna. She was also very badly wounded.
Open scars, torn muscles, maybe broken bones. She lifted herself and headed away, she looked like she was in a hurry, I knew she was going to find a quite place to lay down to die...I called her name several times and the was no reaction.
A beings death is profoundly intimate...
I think that animals know it is best experienced alone