The year her father-in-law died was also the same year, their family dog, Skittles passed away. Dad was 90 years old when he passed. He\'d lived a long, full, and sometimes difficult life. He\'d celebrated countless births, marriages, and milestones. He\'d also witnessed multiple deaths, disturbances, disorders, and disasters. Normal 0 false false false EN-US JA X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:\"Table Normal\"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:\"\"; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} She thought Providence had granted her family enough notice so that they could let him go without the usual cacophony of grief that surrounds the death of a family member.
What she’d failed to account for was that Yamdoot, the Indian God of Death doesn’t choose a time and place convenient for its victims when He comes calling. As Dad lay dying of old age and organ failure, their beloved white Westie Terrier, six-year-old Skittles began to heave his last breaths.
“Don’t die. Please don’t die,” she hissed at Skittles.
