Well , my first meeting with death was with my favorite pet ever. I was 10 years old and it really made me sick. It have been our dog since I borned and I can not remember anything from my childhood before the age of 10 that this animal did not appear. I can remember even how my mother gave me the notice. She came to my bedroom opened the door and said "weel, there is no way to say it, but I go strait to the point: Isi (the name of the dog) is dead". I got stunned and had no reactions. I felt asleep for three days and missed her a lot. But, after some time I just kept the good memories and I believe that after one month everything was OK.