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My dog Lucky just died right in front of me. He was sleeping, breathing, and then I heard a rattling noise and then he wasn't breathing. The vet says it must have been a blood clot or a stroke and he just went in his sleep. My stepfather took him to the vet but they couldn't do anything for him, it was too late. The vet thinks it must have been instantaneous. He died right in front of me and I didn't even realize it at the time. My stepfather came back--Mom met him at the vet's and stayed with Lucky--and took me and Sister Girl to go see him one last time. My sister's gone to pieces. We just stood there and petted him. When I got to have my turn alone with him, I petted him in all the places he liked best, like his nose and behind the cup of his ear and right above his tail. He was nine years old and I thought we had so much more time.

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I'm still in so much shock. ( Cut to spare you if you'd rather not hear about my dog )

ETA: Thanks for all the good wishes and kind thoughts, y'all. I may or may not be back on tomorrow--bitching about a fever and a cold seems kind of trivial now.