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. 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.