So, when I was little phillybear, our family was going on vacation, but we couldn't find anyone to take care of the family dog. The plan was to kill it, and pick up a new dog on the way home. It's a focking land alligator. They are replaceable, like socks or lightbulbs, but less useful. So, we did the humane thing, which was not to pay the outrageous vet fees, but we/I got a sack, some rocks, and popped the dog in the sack. I did a little heave into a lake, and easy peasy.
The unfortunate thing was that the thing struggled to survive, fought it's way out of the bag, and surfaced. I was so overcome with emotion, I dove into the body of water, embraced that land alligator, and choked the fock out of it until it's eyeballs dribbled out of it's skull. The end.
True story. Other than we never took a vacation as a family, never owned a dog, and I don't know where the nearest lake is. But I do have some heels sitting here that may have belonged to a female at some point in time, and my underwear is soggy.