You see a dying dog, laying on the street, no one cares enough to call for help or help the dog by themselves, Infront of the dog, you see a skeleton, wearing a black robe, carrying a scythe. It’s Death himself, everybody else doesn’t seem to see him, except the dog

“It’s time to go Doggo. I know you missed your owners so much, but I promised you, you will see them again” Death is comforting the Dog before taking them to the afterlife