I used to live on the village green that was flanked by a river, which flooded regularly. Following one flood, I noticed a sheep, quietly decomposing, on the river bank. Make mental note to phone the farmer to remove.
Later that night I took my dog out for a final walk on the the green. I was heading back to the house, she was followed at a distance. Went in, brushed teeth, cleaned face, got into bed, turned light out. Dog joined me.
Became aware of a tearing noise, and an aroma.
Switched light back on, and found dog gnawing on a putrid leg, previously belonging to the sheep on the green.
Leg, duvet, and duvet cover all in the bin, while bewildered dog wondered why I'd stolen her supper.
Still shudder when I think about it.