Not my best moment, but this actually happened to me. Someone reminded me of this one recently, I almost forgot about it.
Would be about 20 years to the day, almost, when I was 17, after the funeral of a close friend, I was drinking heavily and taking valium, (not that this was out of the ordinary) plus the usual blunts, I had about $800 dollars on me, which I took out of my pocket and placed on a low coffee table at my boys house.
Everyone else left, which was good, because I just passed out on the couch. When I woke up, ready to go buy like two ounces, his dog, which was a pitbull, had eaten most of my money. It was torn up around her mouth, and in pieces around the room, but most of it was swallowed. That was one of the worst days of my life in those years. My friend was dead, which I can barely process at that age, all my money is gone.
The other part is I wanted to cut the dog open and get the money. Obviously my homie objected, and I let it go. Managed to put together another $600 and kept rolling.