In RDR, the second a horse was acting up a little too much for my tastes, I would get off and shoot it in the head with a shotgun. If I really got mad, I would purposely ride to the part of the map with cougars and ride in circles until my horse got eaten out from under me. Horses in particular drive me nuts.
On the other hand, in Skyrim, I found the dog in the abandoned cabin (Peeko?) and forged a bond by helping him fight off a couple giant spiders who were hanging around his place. I invited him along with me and went off into a nearby barrow. In the very first fight with a few draugrs, Peeko died. It might have been from an errant spell by me to be honest, but he was full dead instead of Lydia kneeling for a few seconds and shaking it off. I couldn't handle that so I reloaded to the beginning of the barrow and sent the poor dog home. I couldn't bear to take responsibility for the death that would surely come to the dog fighting the dragon.
In 99% of JRPGs, death is a minor annoyance that might occur a dozen times against tougher fights, but in the Persona games, I always took death very seriously. That might partly be due to the MC death=game over system, but the way that teammates would shove me out of the way of hits and sometimes die for me, or that they would be doing so well only to be cut down by an unexpected Mudo spell, it just drove me nuts whenever it happened. Sure, casting Recarm is just as easy as using a Phoenix Down, but I never got mad for all the times Barret fell down on the job.
