Dear George,

Dear George,
I think what you did was right because he was going to die, and you made it painless for poor Lennie. Proof (The scene where Candy's dog is about to get shot.): " "The way I'd shoot him, he wouldn't feel nothing. I'd put the gun right there." He pointed with his toe. "Right in the back of his head. He wouldn't even quiver." " And if you didn't shoot him behind the head, he would've been shot in the gut. Like Curly demanded: " He worked himself into a fury. "I'm gonna get him. I'm going for my shotgun. I'll kill the big son-of-a-bitch myself. I'll shoot 'im in the guts. Come on, you guys." " And he would only have memories of you being mad at him.

Another thing I agree with is his las thoughts. Instead of his last thoughts of you being mad at him, you made it his happy place. " George raised the gun and his hand shook, and he dropped his hand to the ground again. "Go on." said Lennie. "How's it gonna be? We gonna get a little place." "We'll have a cow," said George. "An' we'll have maybe a pig an' chickens... An' down the flat we'll have a... Little piece alfalfa-" "For the rabbits." Lennie shouted. "For the rabbits." "And I get to tend the rabbits." "And you get to tend the rabbits." Lennie giggled with happiness. "An' live on the fatta the lan'." " You could've yelled at him and then killed him, which would've been sad to know that your last memory was your best friend yelling at you. But I'm glad you did both of these things. It shows you cared for Lennie.