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Yeah, my dog died today. I wasn’t there since she lived with my Mom, me living in a no-pets apartment and all.

She was a very smart and friendly dog, kind of a Scooby-Doo type. Kitch seemed to comprehend a lot of english, you could tell her a great variety of things that she seemed to readily understand and react to.

I visited my dog at least once a week, but of course now I wish I had done so more often. She started come down with a mystery ailment a couple of weeks ago. My Mom took her to the vet then and the staff were astonished to see such a large dog over ten years old, so I guess we took good care of her for her to last this long.

The vet could not offer a specific diagnosis (without a lot of expensive tests), but Kitch recovered somewhat thanks to a prescription of pain pills. But this weekend she began falling ill again, and today she took a turn for the worst. She was returned to the vet where the staff reminded my Mom that Kitch was a very old dog, after all. So Kitch was “put to sleep” today.

But I didn’t know about Kitch’s worsened condition this weekend until after the fact. I saw her for the last time on Friday when she seemed to be doing okay. I had considered dropping in yesterday, but didn’t get around to it. I wasn’t doing anything particularly important and certainly could have spared the time. Now my frivolous activities of Sunday seem bitter now that it cost me one last visit with Kitch.

I just didn’t expect her to be gone so fast. I guess life is short, and death changes his time-tables for no one.