This isn’t about me. It happened to a mate of mine over 20 years ago.
He’d been dating a girl, off-and-on for a few years. He was young and stupid. They were in an “on again” period, things were going fine. Then he got “the phonecall” – his brother had been killed (we later found out that he’d been murdered) overseas.
So he drops everything, calls work to tell them what happened and that he’d call them when he was back in the country. Tied up every loose end except his dog. His gorgeous blue heeler, about 6 years old at this time. The last time he tried to board him at a kennel, he’d been so terrified my mate took him out within a few hours and cancelled his fortnight’s holiday. The only sane choice he had was to leave the dog with his girlfriend – his mother was going overseas with him and his father was long out of the picture. So the dog went to her place and my mate left for the airport.